No Option

[Verse 1: Kid Ink] 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 [Hook: Kid Ink] Yup, its no option (x2) Yup, look around its no option Yup, tell me what you know bout it [Verse 2: King Los] Light work, this a free throw doe I blow strong, nigga strong arm Debo doe I got the ice tea range and the beat coco 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! [Hook] [Verse 3: King Los] 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! [Verse 4: Kid Ink] 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 [Hook]