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letra de options - 1swagout, minok0, starry (@starrynn), stylas & cr1sis

[intro]
(cr1sis)
yeah, yeah, go
(ryn)
yeah, yeah, go
(swagout)

[verse 1: minok0]
(yeah) talkin’ ’bout some bread, th-they don’t know wassup
i got stylas in the back and we goin’ up (go)
and your brodie eatin’ bullets like he goin’ dumb (y-yuh)
keep on talkin’ on the net, i-i don’t give no f-cks
(nahhh) walk out that b-tch wit’ a bag
glock in my pants and it’s makin’ it sag
swerve in that b-tch and i crash
hop out the whip and i’m makin’ the dash
(yea-yeahh) i-i got too much drugs a-all up in my lungs, b-but it’s not enough (uh-uh, yeah)

[verse 2: ryn]
talking ’bout bread, what you want? no b-tch, i ain’t never stopping
gas in my lungs, b-tch, you know that i got options
twenty bands in a month, perky on my tongue, i pop it
i’m too advanced for this bunch, i leave them down, i never spot them
talking ’bout money n’ talking ’bout bags but
b-tch, you get jealous when you see my racks now
talking your sh-t till you get a reaction
counting my bands like a motherf-ckin’ math test
f-ck up my vision, i don’t know what’s happening
bullets fly at you, i feel like you’re dancing
stealing my cadence, you steal the whole package
i’m going up, b-tch, i got all this leverage
(huh, uh) i got these jewels on my waist
got margiela on my shoulders, b-tch, you never getting paid
when i pull up to the function, all those heads turning my way
oh b-tch, i’m swagged out in this hoe, you know we never make mistakes
walk up in that b-tch, put that brother in a ditch
(uh) whatchu know ’bout this? pull up, make the function lit
on the mic, i’m making hits, swagout, b-tch, we never quit
(uh) roley make the fit, b-tch, i’m in my element
[verse 3: stylas]
give a f-ck how ’bout i said it, uh, i spend it, don’t count it, uh
(heh) i mop that boy up, i feel like a f-ckin’ janitor
(yeah) i pop that bean, i don’t know where the f-ck i ended up
i don’t f-ck wit’ math until it comes to f-ckin’ addin’ up
yeah, i know that, pull up wearin’ all black
i could drop like three bags, i been gone, i’m so back
made a rack up in day, hit the bank, i need that
i can never feel the same way, i been fiendin’ (yeah)
(yeah, yeah, yeah) i put that sh-t on god, i put that sh-t on me
(yeah) i put this sh-t up on my mama, i’m a money fiend
(yeah) yeah, they see me makin’ moves, they can’t help but agree
(heh) they treadin’ lightly ’round me, they don’t want an enemy
(heh) i do this sh-t for f-ckin’ what?
(yeah) i roll anotha blunt ’cause i might smoke anotha one
pu-put that sh-t up on your life, you gon’ die a f-ckin’ bum
yeah, i know you not about it, yeah, you f-ckin’ suck (yuhh)

[verse 4: minok0]
posin’ for the camera, yeah, pa-paparazzi, eat it up
sippin’ on that everclear, i cannot stop throwing up
makin’ so much money bro, i think this is more than love
he was posted down the road, now he posted wit’ a dove
stylas gets to moppin’, he runnin’ out of options
point it then i shot it, yeah, me and ryn, we got him
hit the quota profit, w-wipe his nose, no fosit
smokin’ all this toxic, all yo music dog sh-t (yeahh)
[verse 5: cr1sis]
(go; yeah) swagout throwin’ bands up (yeah)
h-had to teach that boy a lesson, told him “hands up” (yeah)
whatchu looking for, we don’t give no hand outs (yeah)
all them b-ttons that you’re pressing, got me stressed out (yeah, yeah)
(go; yeah) you just f-cking copy me (yeah)
you ain’t doing nothing ’cause i’m posted wit’ the f-cking team (yeah)
ha-had to block him ’cause he talking sh-t, like what you mean? (yeah)
oh my go-o-od, money coming through the screen (yeah)

- 1swagout minok0 starry starrynn stylas cr1sis

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