Wgww - Options (feat. Medium Franc, Kimo $lice, Xani Devito & the Holographic Children) Lyrics

Don't you call my phone
I'll delete the message at the tone
'Cause baby we got options (whoah)
Baby we got options

I been back and forth between moments
I got options like Cam in the pros and
These bastards more like pro ams
I'm not usually this nice to opponents
I caught bad vibe
Half mine
Next time no next times
Secure the bag over bagging hoes
I use to move Molly when I was sellin' clothes
Slip a bill when you cop the 4's
And you'll find the bag taped under those
If you don't know code word
You won't get in the door nerd
I blow O's like no coasters
Roll more than the boulders
One missed call
Two missed chances
Three times denied cash advances

You see how I'm livin' (yup)
Double check if I'm committed
Any talk, I pull up (crickets)
When it's us, it's just different is it
Never off time with the rhythm
And I smoke to the face
Bitch I need the fire
She wanna switch me to 1
Stoudemire
And these boys rap scary
Lil' Michael Myers
Olds like a Porche
I rip off the tires
Black to the white I could switch attires
And you bask in the light
Wear a mask in the light
Funny, in the light I reach all desires
Wave Gang, do it lil' bitch
Never backwards
We got options
You ain't got the answers
Give me brain like she graduated Stanford
Shittin' on the game, no pampers
Blind to the hate and the slander
She want more then I give it to her, manners
Won't stop 'til my team hangin' banners
Lil' ass boy smokin' that bammer
And this shit a banger
Left these boys dry on the hanger
Blind to all the banter
Y'all ain't ballin' team full of Enes Kanters

Baby girl in my dms
Asking me what I'm doing this weekend
Ask her, yeah, what is she thinking
Don't you got a man, yeah, what is he thinking
Yeah, she don't even know what she drinking
Passed her a blunt, yeah, she know she just fiendin'
Faygo, Fanta and I put the f*ckin' lean in
Syrup green cause I put that weed lean in
(Oooh)
Yeah I picked up that Bart ticket
See her pretty ass in just a minute
Her friend don't come through no mo'
Maybe cause she at my crib mo'
So sus' so scandalous
Ain't like she ever askin' us
No couch no castin' lust
Ain't like she ever gave a f*ck
And that's tough

Follow through my visions
Cycle through my options
I'ma shed all my religion
Put my faith in my ambitions
Shawty be movin' the goal
I had to run back
The devil be stealin' my soul
I put it on wax
Fly with the flow, green with the go
Run through the red flags in my head
Make my own mind while y'all follow the trends
I'm on a beach while y'all heads in the sand
Y'all miss the chance
You make a hunnid I'm makin' a grand
You minimum wage while I'm makin' a band
You're pushin' your luck, I'm pushin' the brand
Sparkin' a plane while I fly with the gang

Don't you call my phone
I'll delete the message at the tone
'Cause baby we got options (whoah)
Baby we got options
Don't you call my phone
I'll delete the message at the tone
'Cause baby we got options (whoah)
Baby we got options