Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Only Option , by - HoodRich Pablo Juan. Release date: 23.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Only Option |
| Real nigga, I ain’t watching your pockets |
| When the stick hit, I don’t think about stopping |
| I came a long way from them dirty apartments (Trapnana!) |
| You a fake nigga, I can tell by your posture (yeah) |
| I’m really getting used to steak and lobster (what) |
| Homicide boy, gotta keep a chopper (Homicide, Homicide) |
| I cut the pound and my neighbor on Dawson |
| Yeah, Luciano top shotter (yeah) |
| I came in with GooNew, he came with a chopper (Trapnana!) |
| When the chopstick hit him, it eat up his body (Chopstick hit him!) |
| Hoodrich shit, we the new Illuminati |
| I beat up the pack it is doing karate |
| Pull on your block with the drake out the Mazda (Trapnana!) |
| Real street nigga, these niggas imposters (yeah, yeah) |
| I ain’t never even had an option |
| Yeah, put the stick on you in the worst way (put the stick) |
| Blow out your candles like it was your birthday |
| I stay with that green like it’s Earth Day (Trapnana!) |
| Nigga can’t come in the spot if he not trying to purchase |
| Man down, how the dirt taste?(Man down) |
| Young niggas stirring up shit on the Perc and they working |
| When the stick kick back, it was cursing (when the stick kick-) |
| I don’t even fuck on that bitch, she a catfish in person |
| Grew up doing all the dirty work |
| I’m on the dope, I’m on like thirty perc |
| Hood nigga, put the Drake in the bitch purse (Trapnana!) |
| Get the fuck out the spot if you can’t even flip a bird |
| I’m having snow bunnies and business out Pittsburgh |
| Get hit with the stick if you trying to get blipped first |
| These niggas, they acting Empire like Lucious |
| Get caught in that jam and they talking to Buford |
| I gotta get it, ain’t an option (what) |
| Real nigga, I ain’t watching your pockets |
| When the stick hit, I don’t think about stopping |
| I came a long way from them dirty apartments (Trapnana!) |
| You a fake nigga, I can tell by your posture (yeah) |
| I’m really getting used to steak and lobster (what) |
| Homicide boy, gotta keep a chopper (Homicide, Homicide) |
| I cut the pound and my neighbor on Dawson |
| Yeah, Luciano top shotter (yeah) |
| I came in with GooNew, he came with a chopper (Trapnana!) |
| When the chopstick hit him, it eat up his body (Chopstick hit him!) |
| Hoodrich shit, we the new Illuminati |
| I beat up the pack it is doing karate |
| Pull on your block with the drake out the Mazda (Trapnana!) |
| Real street nigga, these niggas imposters (yeah, yeah) |
| I ain’t never even had an option |
| Yeah, these niggas know what the fuck going on |
| Pablo Juan, shawty got rich in the slums (I'm rich, nigga) |
| Bad bitch give me tongue |
| I’m in the pot with my magic wand |
| Chasing that money, a marathon |
| Life is chess, I’m in Louis Vuitton |
| I got the juice like Capri Sun |
| Shut the fuck up, I don’t know how to run |
| 20-pointer, water look like a pond |
| Who is that nigga? |
| He think he the shit |
| All this designer, I can’t even pick |
| Passing that ho, I just got an assist |
| Flexing on niggas just because I’m rich |
| She got some lips, she give the dick a kiss |
| Quit hating, acting like a little bitch |
| I gotta get it, ain’t an option (what) |
| Real nigga, I ain’t watching your pockets |
| When the stick hit, I don’t think about stopping |
| I came a long way from them dirty apartments (Trapnana!) |
| You a fake nigga, I can tell by your posture (yeah) |
| I’m really getting used to steak and lobster (what) |
| Homicide boy, gotta keep a chopper (Homicide, Homicide) |
| I cut the pound and my neighbor on Dawson |
| Yeah, Luciano top shotter (yeah) |
| I came in with GooNew, he came with a chopper (Trapnana!) |
| When the chopstick hit him, it eat up his body (Chopstick hit him!) |
| Hoodrich shit, we the new Illuminati |
| I beat up the pack it is doing karate |
| Pull on your block with the drake out the Mazda (Trapnana!) |
| Real street nigga, these niggas imposters (yeah, yeah) |
| I ain’t never even had an option |