Lyrics No Option - Blake

No Option

Came through quick, I left a nigga shook
20 racks on me like a book
Eat that dick up like mhm
Chain off, hahaha made you look
Won’t let a broke nigga under my skin
No i cannot fold, which means i don’t bend
I knocked on the door and they didn’t let me in
So i had to boss up and i kick that bitch in
Look at my account them numbers is big
Damn lil Blake you done did it again
She get to choosin it is what it is
I’m tryna still hang like being as friends
Spend that bitch check put some ice on my neck
Now my neck is real wet and got niggas upset
I just copped my first rollie i dont know whats next
Probably cop me a cuban and flooded up Patek
Her pussy is 6 but her neck is the best
Put me on truelife I love to flex
It was real light when she sent me a text
Now the whole bottom of my shard is a mess
Fingers was itching i had to go get it
You was on twitter bitching seeking for attention
Told santa if there was one thing he could get me
All i ever wanted was a dime for christmas
Come right here bring that ass a bit closer
Baby that back
I’m like long count up like i was supposed to
If i dont fuck with you ima act like ion know you
Geekin the pack stank
Put them in an image they can’t
Doing everything they said that i can’t
Except for them niggas
Went straight to the bank
I done did shit for niggas that couldn’t tell me thanks
They plotting
And watching
Just close the door
And just lock it
Let stack them hunnids on hunnids
And put them 20s beside em
Told them be cool i got it
Dont bring them niggas around me
Up a jump
Then dot it
But being broke was no option
They plotting
And watching
Just close the door
And just lock it
Let stack them hunnids on hunnids
And put them 20s beside em
Told them be cool i got it
Dont bring them niggas around me
Up a jump
Then dot it
But being broke was no option
I just hit the gas
Do the fucking dash
And get ghost
I learned niggas that really ain’t no shit
Talk the most
Had to get that bag
Get that fucking bag
Hold it close
Hear you rapping bout that you getting money
Yeah i hope
Yeah im back with a little bit more bread than before
When i said i need that bread ain’t meant a slice
I meant the loaf
Bitch your chain say
«Made in China» if you look real close
Want that 63 but now i want the beamer i dont know
Wait, (wait) for sure, (fuck)
Hell yeah i got gold
If you want it let me know
You didn’t even come close
These niggas wasn’t ready
Thunders on me uncle fetty
It ain’t nothing you can tell me
They plotting
And watching
Just close the door
And just lock it
Let stack them hunnids on hunnids
And put them 20s beside em
Told them be cool i got it
Dont bring them niggas around me
Up a jump
Then dot it
But being broke was no option
They plotting
And watching
Just close the door
And just lock it
Let stack them hunnids on hunnids
And put them 20s beside em
Told them be cool i got it
Dont bring them niggas around me
Up a jump
Then dot it
But being broke was no option