[Intro]
I'm high and I'm nauseous
Oops, I meant obnoxious, uh-huh
Gang, gang gang gang, one sec
These hoes flockin' (Yeah)
These n***as watchin' (What? What? What?)
Runnin' outta options (Yeah, huh, yeah, huh)
Gettin' outta pocket (Huh, huh, huh)
[Chorus]
These hoes watchin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
These n***as flockin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Runnin' outta options (Yeah, yeah, yeah, swag)
Gettin' outta pocket (Yeah, swag, yeah, sauce)
These hoes watchin' (Sauce)
These n***as flockin' (Yeah)
Runnin' outta options (Yeah)
Gettin' outta pocket, ayy
[Verse 1]
Ayy, I see fake shit almost every day, huh (Damn)
Choppa get the beats like Dr. Dre (Tu-tu-tu)
Drunk off Percocet and alizé (Yeah, yeah)
I get high so I feel numb, so it's okay (Hey, hey)
My problems is there but I just run away (Hey, hey)
Xanny my umbrella for a rainy day, yeah, ayy (Hey, hey)
These n***as ain't straight, look like gay parade (Huh)
Choppa got a gold tip like Flava Flav, yeah, ayy (Yeah, damn)
'Member I ain't had no gun, I used the razor blade (On God)
It was still a drill, when I came around, I feel like Major Payne (Ya' dig?)
Prince up in that double cup, I been sippin' purple rain (Ya' dig?)
I be throwin' hands and throwin' bands, never throwin' shade, (Ya' dig, man?)
[Chorus]
Flockin'
These hoes watchin' (Yeah)
Runnin' outta options (Yeah)
Gettin' outta pocket, ayy
These hoes watchin' (Ya' dig?)
These n***as flockin' (Ya' dig?)
Runnin' outta options, yeah (That shit so hard)
One take gang, uh, uh (Hahaha)
[Verse 2]
Runnin' outta options, I was given too many (Okay)
I save all my money, I'm not spendin' a penny
Boy, I'm lyin', I just spent two thousand up in Supreme
Over shit I don't wear, I don't fuck with them jeans, yeah, yeah (Hahaha)
I still bought 'em, cause I couldn't remember when I couldn't (Yeah)
Wish a n***a would, I never wish a n***a wouldn't, huh
Run up on me, no he shouldn't, uh oh, no he shouldn't, huh (Ya' dig?)
Pull up on him with that choppa, like "Oh no, he didn't" (Yeah)
Pull up on him with my roof, you know that shit was missin' (Uh-huh)
UFC, he wanna fight, my fist put him in submission, (Uh-huh)
I don't fuck with pussies, but I still beat up the kitten, (Uh-huh)
He was totin' a Taurus, n***a I was totin' a Smith and (Uh-huh, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
Watchin'
These hoes watchin' (Options)
Runnin' outta option
Gettin' outta pocket
These hoes flockin' (Sauce)
These n***as flockin' (Yeah)
Runnin' outta options
Gettin' outta pocket
[Verse 3]
Yeah, ayy, huh
Freestyle a whole song, I don't even care
You unaware that your bitch over here in her underwear
That VVS on my wrist is lookin' like a solar flare
My choppa like a home run, get that n***a outta here
Goin', goin', gone
Transform to a car like Megatron
Fuck your bitch, I glow up in the dark, I feel like Tron
I choose you, she come and suck my ball like Pokemon
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Call of Duty with that choppa, watch how all my n***as spawn
Call me Juice Osam', walkin' and I'm flyer than that bomb, hey, yeah
I told her she can have some fun over here (Some fun over here)
We got funds over here
Ain't no fightin', ain't no fist, we got guns over here, yeah
Ayy, ayy, y'all never heard me with this voice huh? (Gang, gang)
Told her she got fun over here
We got funds over here
Ain't no fire, ain't no feast, we got guns over here
Smokin' poud of Gelato, we got lungs over here (Smoke dope)
Smart bitches givin' brain but they dumb over here
I'm a rich boy, you's a bum over here, ayy (Rich)
I'ma shoot once, you can smell it in the air, ayy (Tu-tu-tu-tu)
Looked him in his face, bitch, and all I saw was fear (Lil' bitch)
Houdini with this nina, shoot 'em, make 'em disappear
Ay, get 'em out of here, red coats boolin' back just like Paul Revere (Slatt)
Ay, looking in the mirror, I'm the man of the year (Yeah)
Me and No Limit comin' strong, I can make it clear (150)
You been smokin' mid, get that shit up out of here (Yew)
That's not really weave, get that shit up out yo' hair (Lil' bitch)
He said he gon' kill me, I told him "I ain't scared" (Lil' bitch)
Told me "Go to Hell," lil' bitch I been there (Lil' bitch), lil' bitch I been there (Lil' bitch)
Money spend there, fuck that bitch get in there, she think that I love her, I had to pretend there (Frr)
I'm gon' make it whip just like a Airbander
Fuck that bitch one time (Hold on, hold on, hold on)
That shit is fast, huh, I almost one take that ho, a bit
We got guns over here
Ayy, OG Gelato in my lungs over here
Smart bitches givin' brain but they go dumb over here (One take gang)
Fuck that bitch like she a christian, speakin' tongues over here (One take gang)
Pop a Perky, not the 30, I go numb over here (One take gang)
40 drum over here, 50 drum over here
Double Deuces out this glizzy, glizzy drum over here
Titties drums in here, ayy, ayy (One take gang)
Let it out, pull a cut
Air it out (One take gang)
You ain't talkin' money? N***a, what you talkin' 'bout?
My .40 like an early two thousands dancer then walk it out
That shit is fast, hold on
Call of Duty with that choppa, watch how all my n***as spawn
Call me Juice Osam', walkin' and I'm flyer than that bomb, hey, yeah
[Chorus]
Watchin'
These hoes watchin' (Options)
Runnin' outta option
Gettin' outta pocket
These hoes flockin' (Sauce)
These n***as flockin' (Yeah)
Runnin' outta options
Gettin' outta pocket (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 4]
Watchin'
O-o-oh, o-o-oh, ayy, ayy
Saw yo' bitch in the party, just another thottie
Saw yo' bitch in the party, just another thottie
Yeah, uh-huh, yeah, uh
Woke up with some-
Yeah, that shit gon' be funny, ayy
G-Money, we get money, right?
Woke up to some bullshit, asleep to some good shit
I know n***as on rock shit, I know n***as on hood shit
Where I'm from, huh, from that wish a n***a would shit
What we do? Shit, we wish a n***a would abyss
Boy, Chicago, it get cold just like, cold like Artic
Pull up on the scene, I valet park it, valet park it
Shoot him in his mouth, he should've never talk it, should've never talk it
All of my n***as get money, you know we ballin', you know we ballin'
Look at your bitch, I'll drop her
That bitch think that she a problem
Fuckin' that bitch so proper
Pull up on him and I'ma off him
Bullshit, Dennis Rodman
I don't do the talkin'
Defence then an offence, yeah
Big Glock, no revolver, yeah
I'm a problem solver, yeah
Fuck yo' bitch, she off it, yeah
Fuck that bitch, I'm offering
Pussy shit be offering
I ain't with that talkin' shit
Really, I'm just off and shit
Hold on, let me turn on the switch
Hold on, let me turn on yo' bitch
Get ho wet like a pool day
Choppa clip long like a poolstick
Ballin' on that bitch, Tyler Ulis
That bitch like a toilet, time to use it
What you think?
I got molly in my lean, what's your drink?
Not Bill Cosby with these beans, I don't think
Got a Glock with a beam, let it singin', yeah
Off the flats for the weekend I'm tweakin'
Fell in love with a white Puerto Rican
She was tweakin', so I ended up leavin', yeah
I'm so glad in that bitch, I didn't skeet, yeah
I've been ballin' super hard like Derek Je', yeah, yeah
Your lil' bitch a cheerleader, she do the team, yeah, yeah
VVS on super icy, that shit gleam, yeah, yeah
You be sippin' nyquil, you ain't sip no lean
I mix tech with the Wock' just to see what it can get me
I go hard every day, and you see where that shit get me
I'm the man, run up on me, then my brother up the semi
Hardaway, how he ballin', but they never called him Penny
We was worth more than some pennies
I remember eat in Denny's, now I'm eatin' berries
Them results may vary
No peace and no rest in my life
N***a, no Tom and Jerry
Pull up on him with my pipe
Shoot them 30 times
That's the whole damn clip
On one damn body
Fuck the whole damn bitch
Off the whole damn Molly
Took the whole damn Molly
Will I fuck her? Probably
Run a train in yo' thottie
We call that a trolly (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
Watchin'
These hoes watchin'
Runnin' outta option
Gettin' outta pocket
These hoes flockin'
These n***as flockin'
Runnin' outta options
Gettin' outta pocket (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 5]
That's no autotune for your bitch
That bitch kinda dirty, had to use a broom when I hit it
I was off the shrooms when I hit it
Usin' autotune when I hit it
Harder than drum with a stick
I'm gon' stick and move with the bitch
N***as iffy, uh, probably got the sticky tucked
But I'm not Tekashi, uh
Copycat, you look like Kakashi, uh
Pull up on the scene, I'm bombin' just like kamikazi
Rockstar, when I said it I mean I feel like Ozzy
I just fucked your bitch and she rode it off like a Mazdi
I be a problem when I'm rolling off of the molly
I shoot up the party then act like I see nobody
My lil' gun a thottie, like I said these hella bodies
Sent you up to Hell or Heaven probably, pick and choose
Yo' lil' bitch goin' regardless, you know you gon' lose
Pull up on yo' avenue, my .40, yeah, my tool
That bitch a fool
Cock you once, then shoot it, then he-
Saw yo' bitch in the party, you know that's a thottie
Percocets and the Molly, I can't feel my body
Yeah, on God, ayy, yeah, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Two tousands bands make you walk it out
Shut yo' mouth
If you ain't talkin' money, what you talkin' 'bout?
Yo' girl gon' give me top
The pussies that on we can talk about
I don't pay for pussy
Hell nah, but you pay for clout
I don't pray for nothin' (Yeah, yeah)
N***a you ain't get no money
You ain't get no money, yeah, yeah
You ain't get no money, bitch
Had to take a second to go shit on competition (Lil' bitch)
Pull up lock my roof, had to report that bitch was missing (Skrrt, skrrt)
Pull up with no sentence, with my clip hanging extended (Ta)
Stevie Wonder with it, I got 20/20 vision
But I still can't see these n***as (At all), still can't see these n***as (At all)
20/20 vision but I still can't see these n***as (At all)
Still can't see these (At all), n***as, still can't see these n***as (At all)
20/20 vision but I still can't see these n***as
I get so damn high that I don't think I believe in ceilings (Ya' dig?)
That bitch broke my heart so many times, like what is feelings? (Ya' dig?)
Fuck up out my feelings, let's get to all of my winnings (Ya' dig?)
Lord forgive me, I've been killing, drilling, I've been sinning (Yeah)
I've been popping pills and sipping lean like penicillin (Yeah)
Totin' all my guns I'm feeling like an evil villain (Ya' dig?)
Dragon Ball I ball like Ball Z, bitch I feel like Krillin (Ya' dig?)
Pull up on the scene, my choppa on 'em hit his denim (Yeah)
Balenciaga my denim, a couple thousand I'm willing to spend it (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
N***as fake as fuck, you know these n***as keep pretending (Uh-huh)
I don't got no time for a fuck n***a (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
You run up on me that's cool, I keep it tucked, n***a (It tucked)
Microwave up in the trunk, just like a cold dinner
.40 make me walk with the limb like I'm an old n***a
I may just carry out in my hands 'cause I'm a bold n***a
A .40 sneeze, I make it blow just like the cold heater
I'm a teacher, you a student, do what you told, n***a
You get sold like half of these other n***as sold, n***as
Feel like Kendrick on that verse, I lose control, n***a
.40 on my hip, I shoot it once then I reload, n***a
I reload, n***a, I reload, n***a
.40 on my hip, I shoot it once then I reload, n***a
I reload, n***a, I reload, n***a
You's a ho, n***a, you get disfigured
Why you tryna fight over a bitch, you's a ho, n***a
You get whole hitted
I'ma, huh, put a bullet right through your fitted
I'ma fuck yo' bitch and eat her like dinner
Heat up, I'm in the cut with a heater, huh
Mexican bitch, a fajita, huh
Get outta them like a cheater
I never lack, bet I cheat her
I never lack, bet I cheat her
I'ma abused this pussy for real but I promise I never beat her
I'm on the scene with my nina
Wetter up like Aquafina
Hurricane wrist when I whip that brick, both feel like it is Katrina, huh
Serving that shit like Serena Williams
Run up on me then that choppa hit 'em
Black eye peas or somethin', yeah
I guess that I just got a feeling
All of my n***as gettin' money
Run up on me, then I get to drillin', n***a, you ain't really funny
Chris Rock or somethin'
Saw that bitch in the party, just another thottie
Percocets and the Molly, I can't feel my body
I'm on top of the World, someone come and stop me
Not a Rolex, so, can nobody watch me?
They can see the kid, doin' pills since I was a kid
Off the g's since a jit
Choppa on me, don't forget, yuh, ayy
I remember I was whippin' up them grits, uh ayy
Them wasn't grits, uh, n***a them were bricks, uh ayy
My momma scraped the pot and taste it made her sick, uh ayy
I served that shit to your parents for benefits
Got them babies, but I'll never babysit, yuh, ayy
Stick and move, like I'm-
[Chorus]
Watchin'
These hoes watchin'
Runnin' outta option
Gettin' outta pocket
These hoes flockin'
These n***as flockin'
Runnin' outta options
Gettin' outta pocket (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 6]
Stick and move, like I'm Kodak
Front yo' move, you don't know that
Run up on me, then I blow that
You get beat like you owe that
I'm a real n***a, I show that
Fuck n***a don't know that
Fuck n***a better get back
Put his name on the dress like throwback huh
His bitchgon', haha
That bitch she gon' throw that
Told that bitch to hold that
These n***as, they pray for clout
N***a, I'm hell, I'm the devil
I'm [?] you should be prayin' about
Choppa on me, I'm who you be sprayin' about
You ain't talkin' money, shut yo' mouth
Took yo' bitch, my dick all in her mouth
She ain't from Atlanta but, yeah, that shit went south (Yeah, yeah)
Pretty bitch in the party, just another thottie
Xanax and the Molly, I can't feel my body
Turn me to a zombie, I can't feel no body
These be pussy, they can't kill nobody
He think he's somebody, he don't got no bodies
My lil' gun a thottie, that bitch got like hella bodies
Run up, that's okay, I send you up to Heaven probably
And hell [?] how you live when you was [?]
See I was ballin' super hard, Luke Skywalking
On these n***as that were shit talkin', I was shit walkin'
Bitches follow me on Twitter, got the shit stalking
Climbin' on the walls for bands, she be [?]
I don't got no time for fans, I got time for xans
Lose my time is xans, get my cash advanced
Run up, then my choppa dance, huh
Like the money man, huh, or the running man
Off that choppa .223, make you do [?]
I ball out, I'm every- (Bow)
Took yo' bitch, my dick all in her mouth
She ain't from Atlanta but, yeah, that shit went south
Your n***as know what I'm talkin' 'bout (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
Watchin'
These hoes watchin'
Runnin' outta option
Gettin' outta pocket
These hoes flockin'
These n***as flockin'
Runnin' outta options
Gettin' outta pocket (Yeah, yeah)
[Outro]
Uh-huh, yeah
These hoes flockin'
Runnin' outta options, uh-huh
