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WEIGH MY OPTIONS (feat. Dc2trill)
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Val, you went crazy on this beat
Mm, yum
Yum
Mm
Yum
Mhm
And how the dollars equal problems and I'm quick to solve 'em (Yeah)
I'm at the rodeo today, so I bought revolvers (Bow)
I got cash, smoke your ass, get treated like white collar (Collar)
This sip of Heaven for ten hours, finna turn to chowder (Chowder)
Finna throw through all these hundreds
While her face get powder (Sheesh)
She devour for a hour, then she back to hour (Chew)
Gettin' bored at the crib, I'm finna change the counter (Yeah)
When that Quay touch my face, these my favorite hours (Word)
Got a bigger penthouse, I'm finna change the towers (Phew)
Shawty hoppin', did the dick, ain't even take no shower (Yeah)
Said he back with the work and you been broke for hours (Dumbass)
My dawg don't wanna sell no verse, he wanna sell some ounces
I go extra dummy, ayy, super drink-a-listic, ayy
I could take a Quay bath and still sell you some sixes (Damn, Pussy)
He don't know how to do his math, I'm up a couple missions (Ah)
Glass red fresh out the coffin, I'm red wine sippin' (Phew)
Check me out
Bad bitches groovin', players movin', bass knockin' (Check me out)
You gon' have to give me a few hours
To weigh my options (Check me out)
You gon' have to give me 'bout twenty
Minutes to count this cash up, mm (Wow)
Bitch ain't worth nothin' and a half
I told her back up (Nothin' and a half)
Dumbass makin' posters, nah, I told that boy don't ask (Damn, Pussy)
Lil Mo really the poster child of how to run this bag up (Bag up)
Look like 2TE, a POV, let me get in your ass up (Get in your ass up)
I'm in the mix, now pour me a six of Quay 'cause, nigga, my bag up
Take a Quaygan bath with your bitch
Purple bubbles (Call you the Quaygan)
She the type to pour a buttercup, not no blossom
Thousand weed plants, I can't wait for them to blossom (Blossom)
She give awesome gossip, I shake them haters off me
I got every chrome frame, this ain't
Shit that can sell me (Alright, alright)
If you come and tell me what a nigga said
Then you tell him (Alright, alright)
I'ma take these pants on carry-on even though it's a felony (Carry-on)
Lot of these rap niggas baby boy, I feel like Nelly (Baby boy)
Finna fill my Super Soaker with drank and spray
These niggas (Spray 'em, spray 'em, spray 'em)
He want Homicide, Young Rap talkin' 'bout he a killer (Stupid ass)
Told him to check his temper 'fore we
Shoot his ass in his temple (Still, baby)
Still goin' down
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