Only Option Lyrics – GMO Stax

Only Option Lyrics by GMO Stax, Rob49, L.O.E. Shimmy, Luh Tyler is brand new song sung by GMO Stax, Rob49, L.O.E. Shimmy, Luh Tyler and music of this latest song is given by Tye Beats. Only Option song lyrics are also penned down by GMO Stax.


only-option-lyrics-gmo-stax


Song: Only Option
Singer: GMO Stax, Rob49, L.O.E. Shimmy, Luh Tyler
Music: Tye Beats
Lyrics: GMO Stax
Album: Youngest N Charge 2 (2024)

Only Option Lyrics

(Damn, Tye, you made this b!tch too? The f*ck got into you?)
GMO

Gettin’ rich the only option, b!tch, I grew up ’round bosses
N!ggas talk that killer sh!t, get in the room and start talkin’
In this month, just on drip alone, done spent a hundred thousand
Them B22s ain’t nothin’ to me, treat ’em like some Forces
Gon’ do some sh!t all by myself, I don’t need my shooters
Give a f*ck about a n!gga rank, we don’t do recruitin’
Ridin’ ’round with so many clips, we could shoot a movie
Treat Rob like my brother, this sh!t deeper than some music

I treat Stax just like my brother, this sh!t deeper than the music
He keep sayin’ he want ’em dead, I told lil’ bro he better do it
Make my ho cheat on her n!gga, that lil’ family sh!t ruined
I was just at the pawn shop tryna pawn PlayStation 4s
Oh Lord, out my body, and I still play with narcotics
I’m with GMO, don’t make me send them pits to come and bite you
I bang Vulture Mafia, can’t say too much ’cause that indictment
Know the feds just did a sweet, why I can’t be in my lil’ projects
Oh Lord, I been off them pills for a minute now, n!gga, huh
I been feelin’ a way for a lil’ minute now, n!gga, yeah
B!tch, don’t come too close, ’cause none of my n!ggas ain’t friendly
Put a thirty up in it, slap a switch on them b!tches, huh

My left wrist so icy like a blizzard, my cup red like Clifford
In my trap house bustin’ bags with scissors, 40 playin’ with printers
This chinchilla mink on for the winter, spin on opps for dinner
I will never give a b!tch my dot, you pu$$y n!ggas tender
I just took a Sprite and dirtied it up, now my cup look like SZA
Open shop at night, get straight to work, put doggy in a blender
F*ck that b!tch off Percs, she just one night, she ready to leave her n!gga
I’ma get my get-back, that’s on sight, I’m droppin’ bags on killers
Slatt, I’m so f*ckin’ slimy, look at all this venom
Frrt, that’s that switchy hittin’, I swear I love that, uh
With these braces, I bust down my dental, killers in my rental
Too much Perky 10s, pop back-to-back, b!tch, I done lost my mental
I’ma sell my soul for twenty million, just give me a pencil
They don’t give a f*ck how Zombie feelin’, I’m so scarred from spinnin’
What’s that’s in your cup? A deuce of Wock’, lil’ b!tch, this not no Henny
I don’t give a f*ck, ain’t wifin’ b!tches, I’m a dog, rrr

I can teach that n!gga how to get a bag, just pay attention
I can see these n!ggas mad I got that cake, man, I can feel the tension (Feel the tension)
Ain’t worried ’bout no hate, I’m in the booth with Shim, we in here glitchin’ (Yeah, glitchin’)
I know that paper comin’, I can tell because my palms be itchin’ (My palms be itchin’)
These n!ggas mad, I see them boys don’t like me, probably f*cked his wifey (f*cked his wifey)
You want a feat’, then go’n and drop that bag, you know this sh!t get pricey (This sh!t get pricey)
Don’t need designer, I’ma pop my sh!t, I step out in a white tee (In a white tee)
They steady tellin’ me that I’m the G.O.A.T., I don’t even know, I might be (b!tch, I might be)

Gettin’ rich the only option, b!tch, I grew up ’round bosses
n!ggas talk that killer sh!t, get in the room and start talkin’
In this month, just on drip alone, done spent a hundred thousand
Them B22s ain’t nothin’ to me, treat ’em like some Forces
Gon’ do some sh!t all by myself, I don’t need my shooters
Give a f*ck about a n!gga rank, we don’t do recruitin’
Ridin’ ’round with so many clips, we could shoot a movie
Treat Rob like my brother, this sh!t deeper than some music

This sh!t deeper than some music
Lotta n!ggas rap about this sh!t, but really don’t go do it
You can’t tell who the rapper, all my n!ggas gettin’ to it
Whole city knew about us way before we made some music
Young rich n!gga, did it all before I turned twenty
Had to hustle all my life, all I wanted was some money
Same hoes used to ho me, now they say I’m actin’ funny
Can’t afford to get caught slippin’, I bought all my n!ggas buttons
‘Fore I met Rob, was ridin’ four 9s and switches on me
If my hands tied, my n!ggas gon’ come stand on business for me
Was just rockin’ hand-me-downs, still thinkin’ that I’m crispy
When I wake up, get straight to it, I ain’t got no time for chillin’

Share your love

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *