Options 10cellphones
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[Intro]
Ransom
Why you cappin', need to stop it
Money in my pocket
[Chorus]
It feel like I'm running out of options
Tryna do the right thing I can't stop it
Where I'm posted? On the block with the rocket
I just need some more money in my pocket
I been trappin' that's my hustle, please don't knock it
I flip a pack like it's a blessing, you can't block it
It's really on me, it hold 30 please don't rob me
I can turn a drug deal to a homie
[Verse]
I'm 22 but I'm still living with my mommy
But I still put her in the Nike and the Tommy
I got to pay her back for when I was a bummy
I remember back when we was struggling with nothing
He talkin' all the bullshit that's that ra-ra
Pull up on my block-block, you wanna die-die
Fuck nigga say he want war he must be high-high
Spin a block and double back and I'm like bye-bye
Please don't drink cause you know I got my gun with me
I'm on the phone with this choppa sittin' comfortably
.762's always keep me company
Red dot with a light, please don't run from me
I just pulled up with your shawty now she humping me
But I don't take her out in public 'cause she ugly
Niggas cappin' like they really showing love to me
But don't nobody really fuck with me
Ransom
Why you cappin', need to stop it
Money in my pocket
[Chorus]
It feel like I'm running out of options
Tryna do the right thing I can't stop it
Where I'm posted? On the block with the rocket
I just need some more money in my pocket
I been trappin' that's my hustle, please don't knock it
I flip a pack like it's a blessing, you can't block it
It's really on me, it hold 30 please don't rob me
I can turn a drug deal to a homie
[Verse]
I'm 22 but I'm still living with my mommy
But I still put her in the Nike and the Tommy
I got to pay her back for when I was a bummy
I remember back when we was struggling with nothing
He talkin' all the bullshit that's that ra-ra
Pull up on my block-block, you wanna die-die
Fuck nigga say he want war he must be high-high
Spin a block and double back and I'm like bye-bye
Please don't drink cause you know I got my gun with me
I'm on the phone with this choppa sittin' comfortably
.762's always keep me company
Red dot with a light, please don't run from me
I just pulled up with your shawty now she humping me
But I don't take her out in public 'cause she ugly
Niggas cappin' like they really showing love to me
But don't nobody really fuck with me
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