They said options, I got, I got options, yeah
I got options, I got, I got options yeah
I got options, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You a opp son, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Oh we lit) said my nigga, that was all about that bag
(Hit a lick) hustle, only thing he got from his dad
(Never miss) got a tat on the tit of this bitch that's bad
(Flip a brick) nah, that shit old, so he prefers to scam
See, homie was real smart, always good with the numbers
And he balled so hard should have been drafted last summer
What a bummer, nights in bunkers, still Nike up on the runners
F*ck the ruckus, hate when niggas talking shit, Uncle Ruckus, hitting licks and buckets
Yeah, bro don't really give a f*ck though
He been known to spray the f*cking K in his trunk yo
Never love hoes but know he still wanna f*ck though
Got buzz from selling bud and still the big plug so
Don't bring no f*cking static or it get real dramatic, problematic or just tragic
You disappear like magic
Clips like Malice, cinematic, leave your momma asthmatic, all for mathematics
Digits or bitches, my nigga get it til he have it
He say options, homie I got options yeah
I got options, I got, I got options yeah
I got options, I got, I got options yeah
I got Options
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
You an opp son
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
(Oh we lit) said this chick that was all about her bag
(Bitch we rich) live life like a movie and Superbad
(Don't miss this) got a tat with the name of her ex man
(Always miss) niggas stay shooting they shot, it's just sad
See, shawty is real loyal
She came up from the soil
Hot and popping, skin glowing like she fresh out of oil
Big diamonds, wrist shining like some motherf*cking foil
She got dreams, she a queen, want to feel like she royal
She don't go on dinner dates, if they cheap
No more Red Lobster or Applebee's
If you tryna' f*ck, she like, nigga please
What you bringing to the table for me? Yeah
She gone eat on fleek, all week
Long D, said she don't do small meat, she had a long week
Left her nigga cause him want cheat
Yo peep, this what she told her man the last time they speak
She said, I got options, nigga, I got options
You an option, nigga just an option
Just a f*cking option
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They said options, I got, I got options, yeah
I got options, I got, I got options yeah
I got options, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You a opp son, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Oh we lit) said my nigga, that was all about that bag
(Hit a lick) hustle, only thing he got from his dad
(Never miss) got a tat on the tit of this bitch that's bad
(Flip a brick) nah, that shit old, so he prefers to scam
See, homie was real smart, always good with the numbers
And he balled so hard should have been drafted last summer
What a bummer, nights in bunkers, still Nike up on the runners
F*ck the ruckus, hate when niggas talking shit, Uncle Ruckus, hitting licks and buckets
Yeah, bro don't really give a f*ck though
He been known to spray the f*cking K in his trunk yo
Never love hoes but know he still wanna f*ck though
Got buzz from selling bud and still the big plug so
Don't bring no f*cking static or it get real dramatic, problematic or just tragic
You disappear like magic
Clips like Malice, cinematic, leave your momma asthmatic, all for mathematics
Digits or bitches, my nigga get it til he have it
He say options, homie I got options yeah
I got options, I got, I got options yeah
I got options, I got, I got options yeah
I got Options
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
You an opp son
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
(Oh we lit) said this chick that was all about her bag
(Bitch we rich) live life like a movie and Superbad
(Don't miss this) got a tat with the name of her ex man
(Always miss) niggas stay shooting they shot, it's just sad
See, shawty is real loyal
She came up from the soil
Hot and popping, skin glowing like she fresh out of oil
Big diamonds, wrist shining like some motherf*cking foil
She got dreams, she a queen, want to feel like she royal
She don't go on dinner dates, if they cheap
No more Red Lobster or Applebee's
If you tryna' f*ck, she like, nigga please
What you bringing to the table for me? Yeah
She gone eat on fleek, all week
Long D, said she don't do small meat, she had a long week
Left her nigga cause him want cheat
Yo peep, this what she told her man the last time they speak
She said, I got options, nigga, I got options
You an option, nigga just an option
Just a f*cking option
I got options, I got, I got options yeah
I got options, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You a opp son, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Oh we lit) said my nigga, that was all about that bag
(Hit a lick) hustle, only thing he got from his dad
(Never miss) got a tat on the tit of this bitch that's bad
(Flip a brick) nah, that shit old, so he prefers to scam
See, homie was real smart, always good with the numbers
And he balled so hard should have been drafted last summer
What a bummer, nights in bunkers, still Nike up on the runners
F*ck the ruckus, hate when niggas talking shit, Uncle Ruckus, hitting licks and buckets
Yeah, bro don't really give a f*ck though
He been known to spray the f*cking K in his trunk yo
Never love hoes but know he still wanna f*ck though
Got buzz from selling bud and still the big plug so
Don't bring no f*cking static or it get real dramatic, problematic or just tragic
You disappear like magic
Clips like Malice, cinematic, leave your momma asthmatic, all for mathematics
Digits or bitches, my nigga get it til he have it
He say options, homie I got options yeah
I got options, I got, I got options yeah
I got options, I got, I got options yeah
I got Options
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
You an opp son
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
(Oh we lit) said this chick that was all about her bag
(Bitch we rich) live life like a movie and Superbad
(Don't miss this) got a tat with the name of her ex man
(Always miss) niggas stay shooting they shot, it's just sad
See, shawty is real loyal
She came up from the soil
Hot and popping, skin glowing like she fresh out of oil
Big diamonds, wrist shining like some motherf*cking foil
She got dreams, she a queen, want to feel like she royal
She don't go on dinner dates, if they cheap
No more Red Lobster or Applebee's
If you tryna' f*ck, she like, nigga please
What you bringing to the table for me? Yeah
She gone eat on fleek, all week
Long D, said she don't do small meat, she had a long week
Left her nigga cause him want cheat
Yo peep, this what she told her man the last time they speak
She said, I got options, nigga, I got options
You an option, nigga just an option
Just a f*cking option
Writer: Brandon Thomas
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