Kid Ink - No Option lyrics

(feat. King Los) [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**ing cashew I’m the man in my city, don’t get it confused LA every day, west side, deuce deuce, neighborhood soo wu What side do you choose? Green in my eyes, red fire in my lungs These diamonds blue don’t hold your tongue You can s** this dick, got an issue hit her Shots fired, pistol spitta before your name, do you remember? And what it’s gonna say when I'm through with you n***a I don’t hold no grudge, just hold my nuts Made it the game, put a hole in ya tux Oohhh k** em Ho don't f**, all she say n***a, ho don’t f** Middle fingers stuck to the world on edge Might jump but a n***a 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***as robots, got a fat a** blunt I'ma role model I don’t need no co-op, goin for the win it’s no option [Hook: Kid Ink] [Verse 2: King Los] Light work, this a free throw doe I blow strong, n***a strong arm Depot doe I got the ice tea range and the beat coco I say, ice-t TV and coco, that’s coco like c**aine n***a be snow though Drop the ice in the pot and whip three more doe Know a chick named Sheneneh that move a lot of yay yay That say a girlfriend get the key low 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 a**, ballin’ n***as work at Walmart, where they play at Turn em into a Target when I show then where the K at Say Jack, I’m wheelin’ in the fortune, lay back Rain like April, but I might bring may back, or my back Cause my neck and my back aching My mack and my tech for my slab of bacon The back and here I made it, I made em take it I innovated, I made em state it when they debate it I’m checking n***as my n***a who play make it take it They just faking, I take it say they I wouldn’t make it Damn Ink, what these n***as ain’t learned it before I make home look good like the furniture store, King! [Hook] [Verse 3: King Los] I'm about a hundred is a hundred could be Cause my whole motherf**ing 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***a, step off Cause asking if there's a n***a 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 dick game money She just want me to hold the p**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 a** up Look like I got the Chevy p**y poppin, King! [Verse 4: Kid Ink] Sitting leaning back and my seat feel fifteen feet high over ya reach, roll up Downtown n***a hood gonna speed check your IG, that OG Before for my name is stuffed inside of a swisher Switching lane no sign of slipping k**ing the strip no sign of a siren Sipping straight, stop chasing my high man I can’t lose n***a 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** your squad drink Kid Ink King Los, they don't want problems But you leave us no option [Hook]