歌词
I'm high, and I'm nauseous
Oops, I meant obnoxious, uh huh
Gang, gang gang gang, I say
These hoes flockin'
These niggas watchin'
Runnin' outta options
Gettin' outta pocket
These hoes watchin'
These niggas flockin'
Runnin' outta options
Gettin' outta pocket
These hoes watchin'
These niggas flockin'
Runnin' outta options
Gettin' outta pocket, ay
(Ay) I see fake shit almost every day (Yuh, hey hey)
Choppa get the beats like Dr. Dre (Yuh, hey, yeah)
Drunk off percocets, and alizé (Yuh, hey)
I get high, so I feel numb, so it's okay (Yuh, ay)
My problems is there, but I just run away (Yuh, ay)
Xanny my umbrella, for a rainy day (Yuh, ay)
These niggas ain't straight, look like gay parade (Yuh, ay)
Choppa got a gold tip like Flava Flav (Yuh, ay)
'Member, I ain't had no gun, I used the razor blade
It was still a drill, when I came around, I feel like Major Pain
Prince up in that double cup, I been sippin' purple rain
I be throwin' hands and throwin' bands, never throwin' shade, ay
These hoes watchin'
Runnin' outta options
Gettin' outta pocket, ay
These hoes watchin'
These niggas flockin'
Runnin' outta options, yuh
One take gang
(Huh, ay, huh) Runnin' outta options, I was given too many, uh
I save all my money, I'm not spendin' a penny
Boy I'm lyin', I just spent 2 thousand up in Supreme
Over shit I don't wear, I don't fuck with them jeans, huh yeah
I still bought 'em, cause I couldn't remember when I couldn't, uh
Wish a nigga would, I never wish a nigga wouldn't, yuh
Run up on me, no he shouldn't, uh
Oh no, no he shouldn't, uh
Pull up on him with that choppa, like oh no he didn't, uh
Pull up on him, with my roof, you know that shit was missin'
UFC, he wanna fight, my fist put him in submission, uh
I don't fuck with pussies, but I still beat up the kitten, uh
He was totin' a Taurus, nigga I was totin' a Smith and (Yeah yeah)
Watchin', these hoes watchin'
Runnin' outta options
Gettin' outta pocket (Ay)
These hoes flockin' (Eh)
These niggas flockin' (Flockin', eh)
Runnin' outta options (Runnin')
Gettin' outta pocket
I made ten racks off a back of rap but I don't gamble
I still be telling your hoe, "Hey bae"
I never had a minimum wage day (Not
Going through that, I never had to)
My exotic loud,
It came with a preamp (Exotic loud, it came with a preamp)
I spend a stack on a room it's only one
Keycard (I spend a stack on a room it's only one, ooh)
I ride 26s even and sweet (I ride 26s even and)
I'm fucking these bitches put them to
Sleep (These bitches, but I don't love 'em)
She wanna kick it but I'm not Van
Damme (Kick it, I don't know how to kick it)
Don't run up because I'm a fan-fan (Girl,
Don't do that and I don't even gotta cock it)
That front row, yeah, that my fam-fam (That fam, that's my fam-fam)
Oh damn, hundred racks on me, I'm still
Shoppin' at Costcos and Sam's (Shoppin' at CostCos and Sam's)
Yeah yeah (Yeah yeah)
Freestyle the whole song, I don't even care
You unaware that your bitch over here in her
UnderwearThat VVS on my wrist is lookin' like a Solar Flare
My choppa like a home run, get that nigga outta here
Goin', goin', gone
Transform to a car, like Megatron
Fuck yo bitch, I glow up in the dark, I feel like Tron
I choose you, she come and suck my ball like Pokemon
Call of Duty, with that choppa, watch how all my niggas spawn
Call me Juice Osam, walkin' and I'm flyer than that bomb, hey, yeah
Uh, huh, yeah
These hoes flockin'
Runnin' outta options, uh huh