letra de no option - 310babii & 03 greedo
[intro]
(h-lluva made this beat, baby)
[chorus: 310babii]
they too surprised a n-gga did it, tell ’em i ain’t have an option
gotta keep on makin’ chips ’cause i date hoes that love shoppin’
they only see my wins, they wasn’t around for all my losses
i know what i wanna be, so i surround myself with bosses
oh, sh-t, i’m makin’ hits, new ho, i took your b-tch
come on, i’m likin’ this, hold on, my life lit
i had dreams of bein’ rich and havin’ a six-figure kit
what’s the point of bein’ rich if you ain’t with a rich b-tch?
[verse 1: 310babii]
i been workin’ hard tryna make my family proud
i been in the stu’, i don’t do no hangin’ out
brokest n-gga in the room be the one that’s extra’d out
they want me to pop out, b-tch, what that check ’bout?
get your head off bullsh-t, it’s so much cheese on the floor
she told you not to worry about mе, she on her knees for 310
i told her, “back thе f-ck up, why is you doin’ the most?”
she said, “sorry, i don’t know,” wait, who is this at my door? hold on
[interlude: 03 greedo]
03
woah, woah, woah, woah
[verse 2: 03 greedo]
she [?], she on her knees for 103, yeah
[?] the way she blow me, i know she a weed-head
[?], no, i never did the remix
[?] i was blowin’ fire, phoenix
[?] i’m on my toes [?]
first time she seen me layin’ down, thought i had three legs
her n-gga actin’ like he safe, why ain’t 03 dead?
you can’t be a drummer unless you did the sh-t that we did
i was gone for five, that sh-t was over less than three years
crying ’bout these thigh pads, no more room inside these d tears
new york fashion week, i’m at the party with your main
me and [?] just like jay-z and jermaine
bricks, new whips, n-gga, money ain’t a thing
and these hoes don’t like it if it don’t gleam, gleam
bling-bling every time i come around your city
it’s some drummers ridin’ with me, it’s a hundred or a fifty on us
mad ’cause if she listen to my songs, she probably pretty
and she wishin’ she was with me, got me signin’ on her titties, yeah
i jump on your song and that’s a certified banger
california [?] ’bout the gang, n-ggas in danger
[?] but she wasn’t from here like a stranger
beat the p-ssy up, i got some problems with my anger
[?] from the valley, said she scared to meet a gangster
got a couple partners that ain’t even g-ngb-ngin’ (03)
[chorus: 310babii]
they too surprised a n-gga did it, tell ’em i ain’t have an option
gotta keep on makin’ chips ’cause i date hoes that love shoppin’
they only see my wins, they wasn’t around for all my losses
i know what i wanna be, so i surround myself with bosses
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