Options lyrics
by Savv4x
[Chorus: Ys Dz]
Ride with it, .9 on me, outside with it
You can have a switch on the bop, I don’t give a f*ck, you still gon’ die with it
All of my n*ggas on go, ready to slide, I know what time it is
n*gga, you ain’t built for the streets I could tell by the look, n*gga, stop hidin’ it, yeah
And I might crash with the right option
White, brown, I got options
Don’t come ‘round the gang ‘cause you’re not locked in
They say that they slide but it’s not often
‘Cause I been on the block with the Glock on itch
‘Cause these bullets come hot like scotch bonnet
My dawg’s cooked, he’s not all there
Raw, look, he gon’ appear
[Verse 1: Ys Dz]
Lotta shots for the opps, yеah, the Glock drummin’
We don’t aim for the lеgs, man, we want noggins
Who gone in one year? Got the dawgs coughin’
Step back like James, let off rockets
Blow off your brains, stay inside this ain’t for lames
Creep through the Creek, swerve through the Lane
This Reemy World, don’t add a K
[Verse 2: Savv4x]
Please, please, please don’t add a K
I have dreams ‘bout murderin’ my opps like almost everyday
I take drugs to deal with all my problems, I am not okay
I put a box on my Glock ‘cause I air it out, please get out the way
Lay him down, spray a lot of rounds, it sound like music
I got a drum or a Kriss Vec' clip at they block, which one you’re usin’?
I got a dumb b*tch givin’ the drop ‘cause she think that I’m sendin’ her music
How a dumb n*gga got lined by a thot? ‘cause he think with his di*k, what he usin'
[Chorus]
Ride with it, .9 on me, outside with it
You can have a switch on the bop, I don’t give a f*ck, you still gon’ die with it
All of my n*ggas on go, ready to slide, I know what time it is
n*gga, you ain’t built for the streets I could tell by the look, n*gga, stop hidin’ it, yeah
And I might crash with the right option
White, brown, I got options
Don’t come ‘round the gang ‘cause you’re not locked in
They say that they slide but it’s not often
‘Cause I been on the block with the Glock on itch
‘Cause these bullets come hot like scotch bonnet
My dawg’s cooked, he’s not all there
Raw, look, he gon’ appear