Only Option lyrics

[Chorus: Lil Dude]
I gotta get it, ain't an option (what)
Real n*gga, I ain't watching your pockets
When the stick hit, I don't think about stopping
I came a long way from them dirty apartments (Trapnana!)
You a fake n*gga, I can tell by your posture(yeah)
I'm really getting used to steak and lobster(what)
Homicide boy, gotta keep a chopper(Homicide, Homicide)
I cut the pound and my neighbor on Dawson
Yeah, Luciano top shotter(yeah)
I came in with GooNew, he came with a chopper(Trapnana!)
When the chopstick hit him, it eat up his body(Chopstick hit him!)
Hoodrich sh*t, we the new Illuminati
I beat up the pack it is doing karate
Pull on your block with the drake out the Mazda(Trapnana!)
Real street n*gga, these n*ggas imposters(yeah, yeah)
I ain't never even had an option

[Verse 1: Lil Dude]
Yeah, put the stick on you in the worst way(put the stick)
Blow out your candles like it was your birthday
I stay with that green like it's Earth Day(Trapnana!)
n*gga can't come in the spot if he not trying to purchase
Man down, how the dirt taste?(Man down)
Young n*ggas stirring up sh*t on the Perc and they working
When the stick kick back, it was cursing(when the stick kick-)
I don't even f*ck on that b*tch, she a catfish in person
Grew up doing all the dirty work
I'm on the dope, I'm on like thirty perc
Hood n*gga, put the Drake in the b*tch purse(Trapnana!)
Get the f*ck out the spot if you can't even flip a bird
I'm having snow bunnies and business out Pittsburgh
Get hit with the stick if you trying to get blipped first
These n*ggas, they acting Empire like Lucious
Get caught in that jam and they talking to Buford
[Chorus: Lil Dude]
I gotta get it, ain't an option(what)
Real n*gga, I ain't watching your pockets
When the stick hit, I don't think about stopping
I came a long way from them dirty apartments(Trapnana!)
You a fake n*gga, I can tell by your posture(yeah)
I'm really getting used to steak and lobster(what)
Homicide boy, gotta keep a chopper(Homicide, Homicide)
I cut the pound and my neighbor on Dawson
Yeah, Luciano top shotter(yeah)
I came in with GooNew, he came with a chopper(Trapnana!)
When the chopstick hit him, it eat up his body(Chopstick hit him!)
Hoodrich sh*t, we the new Illuminati
I beat up the pack it is doing karate
Pull on your block with the drake out the Mazda(Trapnana!)
Real street n*gga, these n*ggas imposters(yeah, yeah)
I ain't never even had an option

[Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Yeah, these n*ggas know what the f*ck going on
Pablo Juan, shawty got rich in the slums (I'm rich, n*gga)
Bad b*tch give me tongue
I'm in the pot with my magic wand
Chasing that money, a marathon
Life is chess, I'm in Louis Vuitton
I got the juice like Capri Sun
Shut the f*ck up, I don't know how to run
20-pointer, water look like a pond
Who is that n*gga? He think he the sh*t
All this designer, I can't even pick
Passing that ho, I just got an assist
Flexing on n*ggas just because I'm rich
She got some lips, she give the di*k a kiss
Quit hating, acting like a little b*tch
[Chorus: Lil Dude]
I gotta get it, ain't an option(what)
Real n*gga, I ain't watching your pockets
When the stick hit, I don't think about stopping
I came a long way from them dirty apartments(Trapnana!)
You a fake n*gga, I can tell by your posture(yeah)
I'm really getting used to steak and lobster(what)
Homicide boy, gotta keep a chopper(Homicide, Homicide)
I cut the pound and my neighbor on Dawson
Yeah, Luciano top shotter(yeah)
I came in with GooNew, he came with a chopper(Trapnana!)
When the chopstick hit him, it eat up his body(Chopstick hit him!)
Hoodrich sh*t, we the new Illuminati
I beat up the pack it is doing karate
Pull on your block with the drake out the Mazda(Trapnana!)
Real street n*gga, these n*ggas imposters(yeah, yeah)
I ain't never even had an option