WEIGH MY OPTIONS

Lyrics

FYE, you went crazy on this bitch , mhm) Nyoom Nyoom (Stupid) Mhm, nyoom, mhm [Verse 1] Ain't have the dollars equal problems, and I'm quick to solve 'em (Yeah) I'm at the rodeo today, so I brought revolver I got cash, smoke your ass, get treat like white collar Been sippin' heavy for ten hours, finna turn to Chowder Finna thumb through all these hundreds while her face get powder (2TE) She devour for an hour, and she back to ours (Yoo) Gettin' bored at the crib, I'm finna change the couch (2TE) When that Qua' change my face, be my favorite hours Got a bigger penthouse, I'm finna change the towers Shawty hoppin' dick to dick, ain't even take no shower (Ugh) Said be back for the work, and you been broke for hours (Dumbass) My dog don't wanna sell no verse, he wanna sell some ounces I go extra dummy, ayy, super drankalistic, ayy I could take a Qua' bath, and still save you some sixties, huh (Damn, DC) He don't know how to do his math, I'm up a couple missions Flash red fresh out the coffin, I'm red wine sippin' [Bridge] (Uh, check me up) [Verse 2] Bad bitches groovin', players movin', bass knockin' (Check me up) You gon' have to give me a few hours to weigh my options (Check me up) You gon' have to give me 'bout twenty minutes to count this cash up (Mhm) Bitch ain't worth nothin' and a half, I told her back up (Nothin' and a half) Dumbass makin' posters, now I told that boy don't act up (Damn, DC killin') Lil Moe really the poster child on how to run this bag up (Run it up) Look like 2TE, a POV, let me give you a adlib I'm in the mix, now I pour me a six of Qua' 'cause nigga, my bag up Take a Quagen bath with your bitch, purple bubbles He the type to pour up, buttercup, not no blossom Found some weed plants, I can't wait for them to blossom She give awesome jaw-some, I shake them haters often (Uh) I got every Chrome frame, ain't shit they could sell me (Alright, alright) If you come and tell me what a nigga said, then you tellin' (Alright, alright) I'ma take these Percs and carry on, even though it's a felon Out of the rap niggas, baby boy, I feel like Melvin (Baby boy) Finna fill my super soaker up with drank and spray these niggas (Yeah, I'm sprayin', I'm sprayin') He won't harm a fly, he on raps talkin' 'bout he a killer (Stupid ass) Told him to check his temper 'fore we shoot his ass in his temple (Stupid) [Outro] Still goin' down