No Option

[Intro]
I had to boss up, no option
I had to boss up, no option
I had to boss up, no option
I had to boss up, no option
My niggas juggin' and robbin'
My niggas be totin' the rocket
All of these niggas got problems
All of my niggas got problems
All of my niggas keep straps
Huh, huh, yeah

[Chorus]
Caught that boy lackin', we caught in him traffic
Them bullets hit his skin, wrap him in plastic
All my niggas, all my niggas 'bout that action
This nigga kept talkin', got stretched, elastic
My bitch natural, ain't no fake shit
Fake ass, fake tits, bitch, you basic
I'ma fuck her with my mask on, bitch, I'm Jason
On the road to them riches, nigga, I'm a dream chaser
Henny out the bottle, nigga, I don't need a chaser
Put fifty grams in the wood, I'ma face it
Can't tell you what day it is, I've been geekin' on the daily
All these drugs they've been killing me, I don't think that I'ma make it, huh
You're like Jason Kidd, huh
Your money funny, Waynе Brady, yeah
You know these fakеs can't fake me
You know these fakes they jakes

[Verse]
Up in the club, poppin' a Perc, I can't think
Poppin' a Perc, I can't see
Drinkin' this lean, I'ma float
Like I'ma float in the middle of the sea
None of you niggas can compete
My niggas work overtime for the green
Told my slime to come and get this nigga
Put a couple bullets in his fuckin' spine
That boy got caught talkin' shit online
Now his mama cryin', now his mama cryin'
Lil' niggas should've minded his business
Should've stayed in school, now the nigga died
Nigga talked down then we all slide
Nigga got mob ties, mob ties
'Cause if you gon' all ride, we all ride
If you niggas gon' slide, you gon' die

[Chorus]
Caught that boy lackin', we caught in him traffic
Them bullets hit his skin, wrap him in plastic
All my niggas, all my niggas 'bout that action
This nigga kept talkin', got stretched, elastic
My bitch natural, ain't no fake shit
Fake ass, fake tits, bitch, you basic
I'ma fuck her with my mask on, bitch, I'm Jason
On the road to them riches, nigga, I'm a dream chaser
Henny out the bottle, nigga, I don't need a chaser
Put fifty grams in the wood, I'ma face it
Can't tell you what day it is, I've been geekin' on the daily
All these drugs they've been killing me, I don't think that I'ma make it, huh
You're like Jason Kidd, huh
Your money funny, Wayne Brady, yeah
You know these fakes can't fake me
You know these fakes they jakes