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But in the street, motherfuckers wanna test me But in the street, motherfuckers wanna test me (What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up") But in the street, motherfuckers wanna test me But in the street, couple hollow points I got options, one thing that's for sure I can't be locked in I get blocks and I be makin' bitches clock in Hoes flockin' when they know a nigga poppin' Can't convince me you ain't with the shit, I know you flaugin' I can't add you to the squad, add to my deposit Can't let a bitch tell me how to get it who ain't got shit Plus I got the keys to the street, I'm like a locksmith I drop shit 'cause I'm hands on like I'm boxin' Pull up in that drop-in, ain't no talkin', hop in What's your other option? That don't even stop shit I be on some hot shit, I know that you ain't got shit We can go and cop, I know you tired of window-shoppin' (Shoppin', shoppin', shoppin') When it come to them things, I got options (I got options) I got Nina, she gon' bang on some hot shit (On some hot shit) I got cola by the block on some thot shit (On some thot shit) Mary Jane for the brain, that's my top bitch (That's my top bitch) When it come to them things, I got options (I got options) I got Nina, she gon' bang on some hot shit (On some hot shit) I got cola by the block on some thot shit (On some thot shit) SongtexteMary Jane for the brain, that's my top bitch I was that east side nigga with a pistol in my pocket Used to move around in projects, nigga, I ain't have no options I had insufficient funds, wishin' bitches give me somethin' Now my hookers know the deal, I just make my pick and run Get a bag, blow it fast, get it back though (Though) Big chain, try to snatch, you get smacked, ho (Ho) 'Cause I got paper and plastic, I can put it on your head I got shottas with a shotty that'll put one up in your head, yeah Got my meal ticket, time to strategize my moves Got these haters hot, tryna stabilize my cool Used to whip buckets, now it's German engineering It just amplify my pimpin' when I swerve up on them bitches, yeah Went from rags to riches on 'em (Yeah) Went from coast to first-class tickets on 'em (Yeah, yeah, yeah) East Side Johnny, I got options, options Why straight to Memphis? Bitch, we locked in, locked in When it come to them things, I got options (I got options) I got Nina, she gon' bang on some hot shit (On some hot shit) I got cola by the block on some thot shit (On some thot shit) Mary Jane for the brain, that's my top bitch (That's my top bitch) When it come to them things, I got options (I got options) I got Nina, she gon' bang on some hot shit (On some hot shit) I got cola by the block on some thot shit (On some thot shit) Mary Jane for the brain, that's my top bitch I might put some bread on your head like a stripper bitch I know that's your bae, came my way, I had to flip the bitch In the hood, brand new foreign, no Ls, that's that nigga shit Plug came through, we robbed him for them bails, that's that Memphis shit She got income taxes so a nigga had to tax that bitch Just like Nipsey Hussle on my hustle, Victory Slap that bitch All them fake ass niggas hate the real, but I ain't counterfeit Four-five to your acorn ass head, crack that bitch Boy, you better duck from the Draco out the Tahoe When my hitters pull up on your ass, they come to rob, ho More faces, money train, welcome to the mob, ho Glossin' foreign Rafs, foreign clothes, that's the job, ho (Job, ho) Aus Songtexte Mania