OPTICS

We don’t got no option,

Bitch already fitted my optics

How the fuck I ain’t pop yet?

Kept checking my pockets

Couldnt-Couldnt pick another target

I ain’t even get the best part yet

Walked in got shit started

Run it till I get what I want

Stuff racks in the carpet bitch

Couldn’t buy more confidence

Let ‘em think that we forgot the shit,

Nah, fuck shit permanent

I remember where your family at,

Yeah bitch should’ve planned for that

And we around where you can’t be at

Pop through I got a plan for that

Shit,

Flash, pop, pop, pop, pop

Momma ain’t raise no bitch

Heard that talk, talk

Bitch I’m wired,

I wan’ off some

Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop

Shit,

Flash, pop, pop, pop, pop

Momma ain’t raise no bitch

Heard that talk, talk

Bitch I’m wired,

I wan’ off some

Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop

Park outside his crib and light the block up

Bitch I got my stocks up

Flip his fucking crib into a cemetary

They don’t got the chalk bro

I got time to spin again and spin again but not no time to talk though

Sip on something watch him die slow,

If he knew what I know

Fuck his life up, get that yellow tape cut, stomp his body out

Pussy try something, bitch yeah run it, teach him watch his fucking mouth

Get the block jumping, got a mag dump it, bitch hit the crowd fuck it

He want war I love it, bet not run from it, bet not bet not run from it