Kid Ink, King Los - No Option lyrics

I take a look around ain’t nothing brand new
But the brand A clothes and a couple tattoos
City going nuts like a fucking cashew
I’m the man in my city, don’t get it confused
LA every day, west side, deuce deuce
Neighborhood su-woo what side do you choose?
Green in my eyes, red fire in my lungs
These diamonds blue don’t hold your tongue
You can suck this dick, got an issue hit her
Shots fired, pistol spitta
Before your name, do you remember?
It's what it’s gonna say when
I'm through with you nigga
I don’t hold no grudge, just hold my nuts
Made it the game, put a hole in ya tux
Oohhh kill em, ho don't fuck!
All she say, nigga ho don't fuck
Middle fingers stuck to the world on edge
Might jump but a nigga can’t feel my legs
I’m high on the moon tryna plant my flag
For the team got a dream
But I ain't slept yet all you niggas robots
Got a fat ass blunt I'ma role model
I don’t need no co-op
Goin for the win it’s no option

Yup, it's no option, Yup, it's no option
Yup, look around it's no option
Yup, tell me what you know bout it

Light work, this a free throw doe
I blow strong, nigga strong arm Debo doe
I got the Ice Tea Range and the V cocoa
I say, Ice T TV and Coco
That’s coco like cocaine nigga be snow though
Drop the ice in the pot
And whip three more doe
Know a chick named Shaneneh that move
A lot of yay yay
That say a girlfriend get the kilo low
I might have dropped outta college
But I mastered cash i get the old school
Scratch grand master flash
You looking like Chris Cross with
A bag of hash because you must be high
With you backwards ass, ballin’
Niggas work at Walmart, where they play at
Turn em into a Target when I
Show then where the K at
Sajak, I’m wheelin’ in the fortune, lay back
Rain like April, but I might bring may back
Or my back cause my neck and my back aching
My mack and my tech for my slab of bacon
The bacon, they hate I made it
I make 'em take it i innovated
I made em state it when they debate it
I’m checking niggas my nigga who
Play make it take it they just faking
I take it say they I wouldn’t make it
Damn Ink
What these niggas ain’t learned it before
I make home look good
Like the furniture store, king!

Yup, it's no option, Yup, it's no option
Yup, look around it's no option
Yup, tell me what you know bout it

I'm about a hundred is a hundred could be
Cause my whole motherfucking ghetto
Coming with me
I’m a king so my thousand dollar sneakers
On the gas of the phantom
Means there's rose petals under my feet
Yes Lord, yes Lord, get stepped on nigga
Step off cause asking if there's a
Nigga better than me
That's just gon get you crickets
You might as well buy a pet frog
Hold up, I said look you whylin’
Rookie stop it
If we was in school I woulda shook ya pocket
Took your wallet
Your girl say the dick game money
She just want me to hold the pussy hostage
I drop the top down, look it's ostrich
My links is juicy like I'm cooking sausage
I threw the wheels on, lift the ass up
Look like I got the Chevy pussy poppin, King!

Sitting leaning back and my seat feel
Fifteen feet high over ya reach, roll up
Downtown nigga hood gonna speed
Check your IG, that OG
Before for my name is stuffed
Inside of a swisher
Switching lane no sign of slipping
Killing the strip no sign of a siren
Sipping straight, stop chasing my high man
I can’t lose nigga too unlikely
Ain’t no tie when I lace my Nike's
Nightly money sleep on the nightstand
Next to the bible holy, amen
I am more than a man and a monster
Me and the mafia fuck your squadron
Kid Ink, King Los, they don't want problems
But you leave us no option

Yup, it's no option, Yup, it's no option
Yup, look around it's no option
Yup, tell me what you know bout it