​no option lyrics

[Intro]
(Helluva made this beat, baby)

[Chorus: 310Babii]
They too surprised a n*gga did it, tell 'em I ain’t have an option
Gotta keep on makin' chips 'cause I date hoes that love shoppin’
They only see my wins, they wasn't around for all my losses
I know what I wanna be, so I surround myself with bosses
Oh, sh*t, I'm makin' hits, new ho, I took your b*tch
Come on, I'm likin' this, hold on, my life lit
I had dreams of bein' rich and havin' a six-figure kit
What’s the point of bein’ rich if you ain't with a rich b*tch?

[Verse 1: 310Babii]
I been workin’ hard tryna make my family proud
I been in the stu', I don't do no hangin' out
Brokest n*gga in the room be the one that’s extra'd out
They want me to pop out, b*tch, what that check 'bout?
Get your head off bullsh*t, it's so much cheese on the floor
She told you not to worry about mе, she on her knees for 310
I told her, "Back thе f*ck up, why is you doin' the most?"
She said, "Sorry, I don't know," wait, who is this at my door? Hold on

[Interlude: 03 Greedo]
03
Woah, woah, woah, woah
[Verse 2: 03 Greedo]
She [?], she on her knees for 103, yeah
[?] the way she blow me, I know she a weed-head
[?], no, I never did the remix
[?] I was blowin' fire, phoenix
[?] I'm on my toes [?]
First time she seen me layin' down, thought I had three legs
Her n*gga actin' like he safe, why ain't 03 dead?
You can't be a Drummer unless you did the sh*t that we did
I was gone for five, that sh*t was over less than three years
Crying 'bout these thigh pads, no more room inside these D Tears
New York Fashion Week, I'm at the party with your main
Me and [?] just like JAY-Z and Jermaine
Bricks, new whips, n*gga, money ain't a thing
And these hoes don't like it if it don't gleam, gleam
Bling-bling every time I come around your city
It's some Drummers ridin' with me, it's a hundred or a fifty on us
Mad 'cause if she listen to my songs, she probably pretty
And she wishin' she was with me, got me signin' on her titties, yeah
I jump on your song and that's a certified banger
California [?] 'bout the gang, n*ggas in danger
[?] but she wasn't from here like a stranger
Beat the pus*y up, I got some problems with my anger
[?] from the Valley, said she scared to meet a gangster
Got a couple partners that ain't even gangbangin' (03)
[Chorus: 310Babii]
They too surprised a n*gga did it, tell 'em I ain't have an option
Gotta keep on makin' chips 'cause I date hoes that love shoppin'
They only see my wins, they wasn't around for all my losses
I know what I wanna be, so I surround myself with bosses