options ft. ssg splurge Lyrics

Sticks keep on comin' in boxes Bitches keep on comin' in options

Whips keep on comin' from oxygen Shootin' this chest, no oxygen

Shit on a book, do oxy-thin We in the studio, don't spy no pens

Mike O'Donnell's on top of them lens I took a hope of that bitch on top of her

friends Better get on top of they business

Kick those hinges, run some guns through Kansas All of them custom pants, this Mike come custom

mansion Good man, shoot an F-10

Blue tips, she ain't know that she like them Forever let go, let her go to the H

Get the diamond tooth in I am my shit and the minute I miss her

And I can get close to my glizzy and kiss her Only come out when it's time, she discipline

Dress her up, new things, she kill shit Married to choppers, I love my bitches, ew

I told bitch shit off the flout We take whole clicks off the mouth

Might put a stripper pole in the lounge I shit mud, I came about it

Put up a pipe and they pay deposit I let them drop and they praise the violence

Guns exotic, I pay for silence Don't come out, they spray that spot up

I chain ricks, come put some shots up Ah, this shit shoot fast

Everything I talk, break limbs of glass They watch this, shite to my ass

Move too quick, we lightning strike his ass Shit be hot, my bad

Fuck I look like, I don't need hypermans Shit just hype my bands

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