Options Video (MV)

Wave God
Rest In Peace Speaker Knockerz, yeah
Hmmm
Hmmm
Yeah
Roll up a G, pass it to me
Most of these niggas ain't half of my team
Hoping for cream, open to things
When she see me she get soakin between
Holding my D, posing like cheese
Wish a bitch would like some oak from tree
Coasters and drinks, posters of me
She got my voice on repeat
Big fat butts no plastic
Big fat blunts no dab pens
If you ain't smokin on backwoods
Might as well smoke it out napkins
I got drip, got fashion
My wrist wet, can't grab shit
My dick wet from a bad bitch
Finna go f*ck another bad bitch
Lotta these niggas be cappin
I cannot stress it enough
Man these niggas ain't tough
Liars got phone numbers for every word that they speak
Wit the way I be callin they bluff
Niggas all bark and no bite but they far from da dog
And they life really ain't een that rough
I am no pig, I ain't 12, I ain't 5-0
Bitch I don't know why you thought I would cuff
End of discussion, all of my opps
They was alive until they said f*ck shit
Got niggas scared to pull up to a function
Me and my G's, we into destruction
Whether it's this bitch or that bitch I'm f*ckin
I am not leaving till nuts get busted
Bitches on tables, liquor in cups
And plenty of doja to blow man I love it, aye
Keep it in my pocket, aye
I ain't got no options, aye
If it's fly I cop it, aye
I got plenty options, aye
I can't never stop this, aye
I ain't got no options, aye
She bad but she blockin, aye
I got plenty options, aye
Money on me
So many dollars my wallet is starting to bleed
Blow money fast
Burnin a hole in my pocket
I done f*cked up all of my jeans
She want some dick
And my name ain't Tyrone, nigga
But these bitches still callin on me
You gettin chips, that can't be right
That shit is something I gotta go see
Hollows for any f*ck nigga got problems with me
I might aim this shit right at your face
Cleans as cascade
And fresh as a vegetable nigga
And I'm in my bag like some grapes
Got all the cards in my hands, yeah
That way I know that I ain't getting played
I rock my diamonds in clubs
And I break bitches hearts
Hope you diggin my style like a spade
Dough like boy treat hoes like toys
Smoke my doinks and post my noise
She want love I can't provide
She got ass I can't avoid
I drank too much but I'm straight
Wit the liquor no restraint
Like these links was 10 feet tall
They can't get over my chain
Give no f*cks bout none my haters
I done f*cked all of they bitches
She suck my dick and he livid
He just bought her gifts for Christmas
Like a glove, or hat with no strap
Or a sheet I'm f*ckin fitted
My soul on the phone with money
That shit stay callin my spirit, aye
Keep it in my pocket, aye
I ain't got no options, aye
If it's fly I cop it, aye
I got plenty options, aye
I can't never stop this, aye
I ain't got no options, aye
She bad but she blockin, aye
I got plenty options, aye