Cocaine Option lyrics

(Intro)
Worldwide where you at, Aye Europe what it do, Aye shoutout to London man, I love you, Aye Australia I love you, what it do, uh

(Verse 1)
When I pull that Glock out
n*ggas definitely gon' shoot
Posted up on the block with the crack and the flu
I got b*tches, man the lines on the Tommy
Selling high rind to the point of no molly
And he got that weed
Got that coke, and it's all on the hoes
b*tchmob on deck, 50 b*tches, 20 tecs
A hundred bullets, more respect
Imma roll one deep and I know I won't snitch
(You know what I'm saying?
I know I won't snitch, you feel me)
My n*ggas liner, got line on the hamma
Underground Atlanta, selling dope on the cameras
Selling off shoes in the club
Nights with the b*tches I ain't denied in the club
Got so many ones that I do what I want
b*tch suck me, the b*tches love it
b*tches want to f*ck me, I know I'm thuggin'
Never riding 26's I know I'm thuggin'
You know what I'm saying?
I be trapping in the texaco
Feel like a n*gga from Mexico
Girls call me papa
51 b*tches and I feel like a doctor
Doing my thing
Kiss a couple b*tches, and I f*ck a couple hoes
n*gga
And it's all from slanging dope
The powder, the white powder
Stay in this mid-pack
n*ggas want that 50 round
Imma lay a - down
Ride with the - man
Sell with the brick man
You know what I'm saying?
I must be strapped
I got b*tches and numbers, got fanny packs
I got cocaine in my fannie pack
When you see me jogging with my fannie pack
Got cocaine in my nana strap
You know what I'm saying
I drop you n*ggas on yo back
You feel me?
I gotta pay these taxes
Strapped up, you know I stay strapped up with the gat its -
It's my protection, n*gga that's my insurance
In case you wanna get it
You know what I'm saying
In case you want to buy a house
A full house, n*gga, you're hole out
I might rent you out
Might take ya rent back
And rent ya ho whole house
You know what I'm saying
I'll rent your ho a whole house
That's the type of n*gga I am
n*gga get the dough out
You feel me?
Running in numbers, shooting b*tches with the strap
Don't come with that, come with that
You know what I'm saying
Pushing his wig back
40 with the 40 give yo ass a new six pack
Selling dope in the Psshhht
That's the real shh, that's the real shh
n*gga that's the real Jack Herer in the back seat
Cops wanna check me
I ain't got nothing, man, these n*ggas want to see me
I ain't seeing nothing man I'm just like Wayne Gretzky
Skating on ice, dope big as ice
You feel me?
n*ggas talking 'bout them lights
(Bridge)
Sell cocaine in them white lights
Sell cocaine on them dark nights
Hot nights, all night
This my life, This my -
This my life

(Hook 1)
Selling cocaine in the night, Selling cocaine in the night
Tryna get my life right, Selling - in the night
Selling cocaine in the night, Tryna get my light right
Selling 'cane in the night, Selling cocaine in the night
'Cane in the night, Selling cocaine in the night
Tryna get my life right

(Verse 2)
n*gga tryna sleep at night
I can't see at night
So where I read or write?
Tryna follow my path, without reading or writing
Let life just guide me
I swear to god I ain't lying
n*ggas come through, snorting - couple lines
But, I don't think I'm a fiend
I don't think I do that, I ain't got no problems G
See me, playing correctly
Motherf*ckas gotta step back, and just step on it
Gotta air on problem in the grave
I was - not bad
See me
n*ggas don't understand they gotta see B
Gotta f*ck with me, you gon' see 3
Get your ass with the chopper
f*ck them suckas man you gotta get a doctor
(Hook 2)
Cocaine Problems, Cocaine Problems
What the cocaine problem?
n*ggas selling dope with the cocaine options
n*ggas selling dope with the cocaine options