Options feat. Maybacc Drip
[Chorus: Sinick]
I got some options, I'm runnin' it up
I chase a bag, I ain't give no fucks
Run with the gang, trap with the Locs
Choppa on me, aim with the scope
I got some options, I'm runnin' it up
I chase a bag, I ain't give no fucks
Run with the gang, trap with the Locs
Choppa on me, aim with the scope

[Verse 1: Sinick]
Cash on my mind, breakin' her spine
Fuck up your life, [?] for the night
I was down bad, never been sad
Run up them racks, livin' like that
Please come correct, I ain't suspect
Play with my team, aim at ya neck
Stop you right there, not playing it fair
Pray for the opps, they thinkin' I'm scared
Take off your dome, take yourself home
Out with my gang, stiff like a gnome
Ride in the coup, shoot off the roof
Opps have no proof, y'all smokin' on poof
I got the gas, drivin' real fast
Make your loved ones love you in the past
You on a shirt, down in the dirt
[?] and Boogie my top dawgs for sure
[Chorus: Sinick]
I got some options, I'm runnin' it up
I chase a bag, I ain't give no fucks
Run with the gang, trap with the Locs
Choppa on me, aim with the scope
I got some options, I'm runnin' it up
I chase a bag, I ain't give no fucks
Run with the gang, trap with the Locs
Choppa on me, aim with the scope

[Chorus/Bridge: Sinick]
I got some options, I'm runnin' it up
I chase a bag, I ain't give no fucks
Run with the gang, trap with the Locs
Choppa on me, aim with the scope
I got some options, I'm runnin' it up
I chase a bag, I ain't give no fucks
Run with the gang, trap with the Locs
Choppa on me, aim with the scope

[Verse 2: Maybacc Drip]
Money comes in on the regular now
You gettin' bread only cuz I allow
I nut on your bitch, she wipe it with towel
I ain't really worried 'bout settlin' down
My boys on yo block, they ain't say a word
We movin' in silence while whippin' the Bird
Your pussy ass scared, this shit is absurd
Your hoe choosin' me- the one she preferred
I took your girl like Lil Uzi Vert
There's no other option, she had to desert
I know how you feel, this probably gon' hurt
But now we at dinner and later dessert
Back at it- back at it- back at it again
Roll up to your crib, I bring the bullpen
The gang and the crew, we all breakin' in
Copped the black forces, we breakin' 'em in
You ain't gon' fight, so go 'head surrender
If you can't comply, you gon' get dismembered
Give you brain damage so you won't remember
Your new girl talk shit, so mine gotta end her
Y'all asses got beat, now this feud is over
That shit's embarrassing, we ain't even sober
Rolled up in Birds, then rolled out in Rovers
Ain't no more silence, so loud hear the motor
[Chorus: Sinick]
I got some options, I'm runnin' it up
I chase a bag, I ain't give no fucks
Run with the gang, trap with the Locs
Choppa on me, aim with the scope
I got some options, I'm runnin' it up
I chase a bag, I ain't give no fucks
Run with the gang, trap with the Locs
Choppa on me, aim with the scope