No Option lyrics

[Verse 1: Kid Ink]
I take a look around, ain't nothing brand new
But the brand A clothes and a couple tattoos
City going nuts like a f*cking cashew
I'm the man in my city, don't get it confused
L.A. every day, west side, deuce deuce, neighborhood su-woo
What side do you choose?
Green in my eyes, red fire in my lungs
These diamonds blue, don't hold your tongue
You can suck this di*k, got an issue, hit her
Shots fired, pistol spitta
Before your name, do you remember?
It's what it's gon' say when I'm through with you n*gga
I don't hold no grudge, just hold my nuts
Made it to the game, put a hole in ya tux
Ooh, kill 'em, ho don't f*ck!
All she say, n*gga, ho don't f*ck
Middle fingers stuck to the world on edge
Might jump but a n*gga can't feel my legs
I'm high on the moon tryna plant my flag
For the team, got a dream but I ain't slept yet
All you n*ggas robots, got a fat ass blunt, I'ma role model
I don't need no co-op, goin' for the win it's no option

[Chorus: Kid Ink]
Yeah, it's no option, Yeah, it's no option
Yeah, look around, it's no option
Yeah, tell me what you know 'bout it
[Verse 2: King Los]
Light work, this a free throw though
I blow strong, n*gga strong arm Debo doe
I got the Ice Tea Range and the V cocoa
I say, Ice-T TV and Coco
That's coco like cocaine n*gga be snow though
Drop the ice in the pot and whip three more though
Know a chick named Shaneneh that move a lot of yay-yay
To say a girlfriend get the kilo low
I might have dropped outta college, but I mastered cash
I get the old school scratch grand master flash
You looking like Chris Cross with a bag of hash
Because you must be high with you backwards ass, ballin'
n*ggas work at Walmart, where they play at
Turn 'em to a Target when I show 'em where that K at
Say Jack, I'm wheelin' in the fortune, lay back
Rain like April, but I might bring Maybach, or my back
'Cause my neck and my back aching
My MAC and my TEC for my slab of bacon
The bacon, they hate I made it, I make 'em take it
I innovated, I make 'em state it when they debate it
I'm checking n*ggas, my n*gga, we playin' 'make it, take it'
They just faking, I take it, they said I wouldn't make it
Damn Ink, what these n*ggas ain't learned it before?
I make home look good like the furniture store, King!
[Chorus: Kid Ink]
Yeah, it's no option, Yeah, it's no option
Yeah, look around, it's no option
Yeah, tell me what you know 'bout it

[Verse 3: King Los]
I'm about a hundred as a hundred could be
'Cause my whole motherf*cking ghetto coming with me
I'm a king so my thousand dollar sneakers on the gas of the Phantom
Means there's rose petals under my feet
Yes Lord, yes Lord, get stepped on n*gga, step off
'Cause asking if there's a n*gga better than me
That's just gon' get you crickets, you might as well buy a pet frog
Hold up, I said look you whylin', rookie stop it
If we was in school I woulda shook ya pocket
Took your wallet, your girl say the di*k game money
She just want me to hold the pus*y hostage
I drop the top down, look, it's ostrich
My links is juicy like I'm cooking sausage
I threw the wheels on, lift the ass up
It look like I got the Chevy pus*y poppin', King!

[Verse 4: Kid Ink]
Sitting, leaning back and my seat feel fifteen feet high over ya reach, roll up
Downtown n*gga hood gon' speed check your IG, that OG
Before for my name is stuffed inside of a swisher
Switching lanes, no sign of slipping
Killing the strip, no sign of a siren
Sipping straight, stop chasing my high, man
I can't lose, n*gga, too unlikely
Ain't no tie when I lace my Nike's
Nightly money sleep on the nightstand next to the Bible
Holy, amen, I am more than a man and a monster
Me and the mafia f*ck your squadron
Kid Ink, King Los, they don't want problems
But you leave us no option
[Chorus: Kid Ink]
Yeah, it's no option, Yeah, it's no option
Yeah, look around, it's no option
Yeah, tell me what you know 'bout it