Kid Ink - No Option Lyrics
Uh,Take a look around ain't nothing brand newBut the brand ain't clothes and a couple tattoosCity going nuts like a f*cking cash you,I'm the man in the city, don't get it confusedLike every day, west side dues, never hood too... what size these shoes?Green in my eyes, red fire in my lungs,These diamonds blue don't hold your timeYou can touch this dick, got an issue hit herShots fire, crystal spit up before your name, do you remember?And what it's gonna say when I do you niggaI don't hold no grass, just hold my nuts,Made should have gained but I only in...I don't f*ck, all she say I don't hold no *****All she say nigga, hoe don't *****,Middle fingers stat to the world on it,Might jump but a nigga can't build my legs,I'm high on the moon try my flag, but a team got a dream but our ace slug yeahAll you niggas wrote bugs, got a fat ass blunt I'ma wrote mugsI don't need no coke I, gone for the wind it's no optionYeah! It's no optionYeah! It's no optionLook around, it's no option!Yeah! Tell me what you know ‘bout it[King Los:]Life work is the free road for,Post on nigga strong on people knowI got the ice tea range in the beat coco,I say, ice TTV and coco, that's coco like cocaine nigga be slow thoughDrop the ice in the pottle we three modo,Know what you... they move a lot of yey yeyTo see a girlfriend get the key low lowI might have dropped that color, but I passed the caseI get the old school scratch grand master flash,And took it like Chris Cross with a bag her assBecause you must be how with you... ass, pollin'Niggas workin' word one, will they play at?Turn into a tuggin when I show where that kay atSave at, I'm willin' it the fortune, lay backRain like people, but I might bring maybach, or might...‘cause my neck and my back acking,My mack and my tack for mice never faking,The back and I here made it, I made em take it,I innovated, I made em stacking?I'm checking niggas my nigga who plan making take itMaking stacking, I say they I wouldn't make it,Damn, what these niggas ain't learned to be fokeI make home look good like the burn of a stuck, yeahYeah! It's no optionYeah! It's no optionLook around, it's no option!Yeah! Tell me what you know ‘bout itLook about a hundred is a hundred could be‘cause my whole mother*cking ghetto could beI'm a king so my thousand dollar sleep on the gas and the phantomI mean these rose petals on my feet,Yes Lord, yes Lord, step on it nigga, step on‘cause that's the... looking better... you triggersYour minds roll butt pet roll, hold up!I said look me wallin', boogies stoppin'... with your shooter pocking,Took your wallet, your girl seat the gig game,Money is shit... game on the oozy hackinI drop to top down, you're looking...My? I do the wheel so leave the ass up,And look like I got the sheavy p**sy poppin'.Sitting back and my scene feel fifty,Fee how I reach all luck down nigga look on speakCheck your IG, the OG, look for my name and stuff inside of a switcherSwitching lane no sign a slipper, kill a strip no sign of a sereneSip this straight I'm chasing my?I can't lose nigga too unlikelyAin't no time when I lose my nightLikely money sleep on the nice... next to the...I mean I am more than a man in the must up,Me and the mafia f*ck your squad drinkGetting key laws then won't... us,But your name is no option.Yeah! It's no optionYeah! It's no optionLook around, it's no option!Yeah! Tell me what you know ‘bout it
