No Option

It's the ones you keep close that hurt you the most

I'm drinking on my own doing personal toasts

Probably fucked your bitch and you ain't even know

I should probably wash my dick with detergent and soap

Riding 'round the city with my vision blurred

Back to bag Benzes ****, his and hers

Million dollar pussy you should get insured

I hit the town and watch the city burn

Had the keys, had the city lock

Hit the pussy do the ditty bop

Before the bit, was all ZZ Top

When me and Sal was eating dinner off a TV box

Find the cancer then you cut 'em off

See my daddy was a dealer and my mama said it's rubbing off

Somebody tell me what a tunnel cost

'Cause I been burning bridges, give a fuck how I come across

Said I love you, that's the drugs talking

Heard 'em hating, that's the love talking

Hand to God, y'all left me no option

Swear to God, y'all left me no option

Who left the drugs on the table?

Who left the drugs on the table?

Who left this dope in my couch?

Hoe, don't you open your mouth

Changed up, had to curve from pitching the weight

Either way I'm 'bout to ball like I'm missing the plate

But you never touch base, I'm calling you out

Though we never seen you out, you was playing it safe

Pray, call me Judas Priest, now she got some new beliefs

Photoshoot in like a week, she won't even eat

Dreams of winning, got me losing sleep

Versace sheets just to watch Medusa sleep

Hey, up for days, I've been up for days

Mixing up the love and hate, it's a double date

Don't wave, it's my lane, call me Mr. Vein

Renegade, mixing up the batch with a little yay

Cut, c-cut, c-cut 'em up

See my daddy was a dealer and my mama said it's rubbing off

Somebody tell me what a tunnel cost

'Cause I been burning bridges, give a fuck how I come across

Said I love you, that's the drugs talking

Heard 'em hating, that's the love talking

Hand to God, y'all left me no option

Swear to God, y'all left me no option

Who left the drugs on the table?

Who left these hoes at my house?

Who left this dope in my couch?

Hoe, don't you open your mouth

(Give a fuck how I come across, give a fuck how I come across)

Hand to God, y'all left me no option

Swear to God, y'all left me no option

Hand to God, y'all left me no option

Swear to God, y'all left me no option