Cut your losses, you're running out of options Make amends before you're laying in a coffin
Cut your losses, you're running out of options Make amends before you're laying in a coffin
Make amends before you're laying in a coffin
Make amends before you're laying in a coffin cut your losses, you're running out of options
Make amends before you're laying in a coffin
I be dropping the lo These niggas be scared, they just wanna act tough for a mention
I play front line, they benchin' I bet they gon' die for a mention
When I up my stick, I ain't missin' Hot spot gang, look his face on the friction
I'm a hustler, I came up from nothin' Got so deep, my stomach was touchin
Turn 13 got my hands on some money Then it got lit, I'm talkin' bout bussin (gang)
Had bought me a Glock, got interested in mops Young boy, I ain't goin' for nothin
I'ma hit his top when I spin his block The way I shoot, it look like I'm puttin
You know I be quick to attack You know I be quick to spaz
If you diss, that's yo ass 40 gon blast, leave you in the past
This shit ah get tragic, drastic I'm talkin' bout let it blow
This shit, it get tragic, drastic I see uh op, then I'ma sco
Ayy, who that
Where the ops
I need something to shoot at Tired of smokin' that gang, got me new packs
These niggas aint za, i need new thrax When I pop out, I bet he hit
Four, five, hit him in the shit we smoke on nuk, cause that shit lit
These niggas, they dying and shit huh, And he ain't get back
Where the ops
He need something to shoot at, i just need a new pack where the opps i need something too shoot at
These niggas be bitch
They weird they fold they snitch Hop out lil fo nem blitz like, they know how i get
They know how I get it,
Ayy Gang, f*ck it, bitch, you lit
Pop out with that Glock, ayy it got ass and tits
If they pop out, I'ma rip, murda gang bitch, I'ma blitz, ayy
Gang, who that
Hit em in his shit, uh Smokin' on some new shit, huh this shit hit,
Hit em in his shit huh, side tap he gon flip
And i got that big shit, huh he got ripped like,
Gang, gang
Head top, he lost his brain See, we walk down and we hop out
You know that shit insane, DOS, we shoot on sight
If I see opp, I boom my pipe, uh Gang, if I see uh opp I boom my pipe, gang
Still claim the H and smoke Reko Hear that click clack then i reload
Smoke that, boy, that got hit by the sto, after a hit turn on that, go, go,
J_sav - Running Outta Options (feat. Lil Blaze) Lyrics
J_sav - Running Outta Options (feat. Lil Blaze) Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
English
Cut your losses, you're running out of options Make amends before you're laying in a coffin
Cut your losses, you're running out of options Make amends before you're laying in a coffin
Make amends before you're laying in a coffin
Make amends before you're laying in a coffin cut your losses, you're running out of options
Make amends before you're laying in a coffin
I be dropping the lo These niggas be scared, they just wanna act tough for a mention
I play front line, they benchin' I bet they gon' die for a mention
When I up my stick, I ain't missin' Hot spot gang, look his face on the friction
I'm a hustler, I came up from nothin' Got so deep, my stomach was touchin
Turn 13 got my hands on some money Then it got lit, I'm talkin' bout bussin (gang)
Had bought me a Glock, got interested in mops Young boy, I ain't goin' for nothin
I'ma hit his top when I spin his block The way I shoot, it look like I'm puttin
You know I be quick to attack You know I be quick to spaz
If you diss, that's yo ass 40 gon blast, leave you in the past
This shit ah get tragic, drastic I'm talkin' bout let it blow
This shit, it get tragic, drastic I see uh op, then I'ma sco
Ayy, who that
Where the ops
I need something to shoot at Tired of smokin' that gang, got me new packs
These niggas aint za, i need new thrax When I pop out, I bet he hit
Four, five, hit him in the shit we smoke on nuk, cause that shit lit
These niggas, they dying and shit huh, And he ain't get back
Where the ops
He need something to shoot at, i just need a new pack where the opps i need something too shoot at
These niggas be bitch
They weird they fold they snitch Hop out lil fo nem blitz like, they know how i get
They know how I get it,
Ayy Gang, f*ck it, bitch, you lit
Pop out with that Glock, ayy it got ass and tits
If they pop out, I'ma rip, murda gang bitch, I'ma blitz, ayy
Gang, who that
Hit em in his shit, uh Smokin' on some new shit, huh this shit hit,
Hit em in his shit huh, side tap he gon flip
And i got that big shit, huh he got ripped like,
Gang, gang
Head top, he lost his brain See, we walk down and we hop out
You know that shit insane, DOS, we shoot on sight
If I see opp, I boom my pipe, uh Gang, if I see uh opp I boom my pipe, gang
Still claim the H and smoke Reko Hear that click clack then i reload
Smoke that, boy, that got hit by the sto, after a hit turn on that, go, go,
Cut your losses, you're running out of options Make amends before you're laying in a coffin
Make amends before you're laying in a coffin
Make amends before you're laying in a coffin cut your losses, you're running out of options
Make amends before you're laying in a coffin
I be dropping the lo These niggas be scared, they just wanna act tough for a mention
I play front line, they benchin' I bet they gon' die for a mention
When I up my stick, I ain't missin' Hot spot gang, look his face on the friction
I'm a hustler, I came up from nothin' Got so deep, my stomach was touchin
Turn 13 got my hands on some money Then it got lit, I'm talkin' bout bussin (gang)
Had bought me a Glock, got interested in mops Young boy, I ain't goin' for nothin
I'ma hit his top when I spin his block The way I shoot, it look like I'm puttin
You know I be quick to attack You know I be quick to spaz
If you diss, that's yo ass 40 gon blast, leave you in the past
This shit ah get tragic, drastic I'm talkin' bout let it blow
This shit, it get tragic, drastic I see uh op, then I'ma sco
Ayy, who that
Where the ops
I need something to shoot at Tired of smokin' that gang, got me new packs
These niggas aint za, i need new thrax When I pop out, I bet he hit
Four, five, hit him in the shit we smoke on nuk, cause that shit lit
These niggas, they dying and shit huh, And he ain't get back
Where the ops
He need something to shoot at, i just need a new pack where the opps i need something too shoot at
These niggas be bitch
They weird they fold they snitch Hop out lil fo nem blitz like, they know how i get
They know how I get it,
Ayy Gang, f*ck it, bitch, you lit
Pop out with that Glock, ayy it got ass and tits
If they pop out, I'ma rip, murda gang bitch, I'ma blitz, ayy
Gang, who that
Hit em in his shit, uh Smokin' on some new shit, huh this shit hit,
Hit em in his shit huh, side tap he gon flip
And i got that big shit, huh he got ripped like,
Gang, gang
Head top, he lost his brain See, we walk down and we hop out
You know that shit insane, DOS, we shoot on sight
If I see opp, I boom my pipe, uh Gang, if I see uh opp I boom my pipe, gang
Still claim the H and smoke Reko Hear that click clack then i reload
Smoke that, boy, that got hit by the sto, after a hit turn on that, go, go,
Writer: James Lawrence
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid