I'm high and I'm nauseous, oops, I meant obnoxious, uh-huh
Gang-gang-gang-gang, what I say?
These ho's flockin', these niggas watchin'
Runnin' outta options, gettin' outta pocket
These ho's watchin', these niggas flockin'
Runnin' outta options, gettin' outta pocket
These ho's watchin', these niggas flockin'
Runnin' outta options, gettin' outta pocket
Ayy, I see fake shit almost every day, yeah, hey, hey
Choppa get the beats like Dr. Dre, yeah, hey, yeah
Drunk off Percocet and alizé, yeah, hey
I get high so I feel numb, so it's okay, yeah, ayy
My problems is there but I just run away, yeah, ayy
Xanny my umbrella for a rainy day, yeah, ayy
These niggas ain't straight, look like gay parade, yeah, ayy
Choppa got a gold tip like Flava Flav, yeah, ayy
'Member I ain't had no gun, I used the razor blade
It was still a drill, when I came around, I feel like Major Payne, yeah
Prince up in that double cup, I been sippin' purple rain, huh
I be throwin' hands and throwin' bands, never throwin' shade, ayy
These ho's watchin', these niggas flockin' (I got some ho's for us, Juice)
Runnin' outta options, gettin' outta pocket (Always outta pocket)
These ho's watchin', these niggas flockin' (Never get it, yeah)
Runnin' outta options, yeah, one take gang (Yeah)
Runnin' outta options, I was given too many, uh
I save all my money, I'm not spendin' a penny
Boy, I'm lyin', I just spent two thousand up in Supreme
Over shit I don't wear, I don't fuck with them jeans, huh, yeah
I still bought 'em, cause I couldn't remember when I couldn't, huh
Wish a nigga would, I never wish a nigga wouldn't, huh
Run up on me, no he shouldn't, uh oh, no he shouldn't, huh
Pull up on him with that choppa, like "Oh no, he didn't," huh
Pull up on him with my roof, you know that shit was missin', uh
UFC, he wanna fight, my fist put him in submission, uh
I don't fuck with pussies, but I still beat up the kitten, huh
He was totin' a Taurus, nigga I was totin' a Smith 'N (Yeah-yeah)
Yeah, haha, watchin', these ho's watchin' (Watchin', yeah)
Runnin' outta options, gettin' outta pocket (Runnin' outta options, gettin' outta pocket)
These ho's flockin', these niggas flockin' (These ho's flockin', these niggas flockin')
Runnin' outta options, gettin' outta pocket (Runnin' outta options, gettin' outta pocket)
I made ten racks off a back of rap but I don't gamble (You know what happened)
I still be telling your ho, "Hey bae" (And I'm still doin' that)
I never had a minimum wage day (Not going through that, I never had to)
My exotic loud, it came with a preamp (Exotic loud, it came with a preamp)
I spend a stack on a room it's only one keycard (I spend a stack on a room it's only one, ooh)
I ride 26s even and sweet (I ride 26s even and)
I'm fucking these bitches, put them to sleep (These bitches, but I don't love 'em)
She wanna kick it but I'm not Van Damme (Kick it, I don't know how to kick it)
Don't run up because I'm a fan-fan (Girl, don't do that and I don't even gotta cock it)
That front row, yeah, that my fam-fam (That fam, that's my fam-fam)
Oh damn, hundred racks on me, I'm still shoppin' at Costco's and Sam's (Shoppin' at Costco's and Sam's)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Freestyle the whole song, I don't even care
You unaware that your bitch over here in her underwear
That VVS on my wrist is lookin' like a solar flare
My choppa like a home run, get that nigga outta here, goin', goin', gone
Transform to a car, like Megatron, fuck yo' bitch, I glow up in the dark, I feel like Tron
I choose you, she come and suck my ball like Pokémon
Call of Duty with that choppa, watch how all my niggas spawn, yeah-yeah-yeah, huh
Call me Juice Osam', walkin' and I'm flyer than that bomb, hey, yeah
Uh-huh, yeah
These hoes flockin'
Runnin' outta options, uh-huh