Yea I got options
Dropped a couple albums, got a couple in my pocket
Asked if they about you, I don't know girl you could stop it
Said she want that love again, I told her that I'm on shit
I been posted with my new bitch
Pockets fat, Rick Ross, Peter Griffin
Got a roster full of hoes, forget to mention
They keep hitting up my phone, like every minute
But I don't want a hoe, I'm finished
Like why they always on my back
I know they tripping, know they mad
I don't want to talk, I got a .40 in the stash
With the keys to the coupe man I love to go fast
Yea they went out down bad
She said that I'm good, I think that I'm great
Backwoods to the face, moving weight
Got some hoes and they all from different states
I would never go to them cuz I'm in love with where I stay
She hit the gang up, really tryna play us
I said girl you gotta be careful with that fake love
They could really put you down, girl you did enough
Yea I could promise they don't give a f*ck
Whole gang gon' eat, so they slide for me
Rolling up woods, high as can be
Yea said she want love, not what I need
What I need
Yea I got options
Dropped a couple albums, got a couple in my pocket
Asked if they about you, I don't know girl you could stop it
Said she want that love again, I told her that I'm on shit
I been posted with my new bitch
Pockets fat, Rick Ross, Peter Griffin
Got a roster full of hoes, forget to mention
They keep hitting up my phone, like every minute
But I don't want a hoe, I'm finished
Like why they always on my back
I know they tripping, know they mad
I don't want to talk, I got a .40 in the stash
With the keys to the coupe man I love to go fast
Yea they went out down bad
Kick her to the curb, can't be f*cking with no old hoe
Reminiscing bout the days where you used to be my throat goat
I said we parting ways, got me feeling like I'm Polo
If you find someone new, I'm sending shots up through your window
Your boyfriend talking crazy, I'ma hit him with this stick
He tough on the net till I hit him in his shit
She stay on my phone, still fiending for dick
Watch yo f*cking mouth, before I make you my lil bitch
Why you talking crazy to me
You knowing you a bum, go play overseas
Yo bitch hit me up, said yo dick game weak
I always hit the target and I promise you gon' see
Yea I got options
Dropped a couple albums, got a couple in my pocket
Asked if they about you, I don't know girl you could stop it
Said she want that love again, I told her that I'm on shit
I been posted with my new bitch
Pockets fat, Rick Ross, Peter Griffin
Got a roster full of hoes, forget to mention
They keep hitting up my phone, like every minute
But I don't want a hoe, I'm finished
Like why they always on my back
I know they tripping, know they mad
I don't want to talk, I got a .40 in the stash
With the keys to the coupe man I love to go fast
Yea they went out down bad
Ughlie - In My Pocket (feat. LRP Dyl) Lyrics
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Yea I got options
Dropped a couple albums, got a couple in my pocket
Asked if they about you, I don't know girl you could stop it
Said she want that love again, I told her that I'm on shit
I been posted with my new bitch
Pockets fat, Rick Ross, Peter Griffin
Got a roster full of hoes, forget to mention
They keep hitting up my phone, like every minute
But I don't want a hoe, I'm finished
Like why they always on my back
I know they tripping, know they mad
I don't want to talk, I got a .40 in the stash
With the keys to the coupe man I love to go fast
Yea they went out down bad
She said that I'm good, I think that I'm great
Backwoods to the face, moving weight
Got some hoes and they all from different states
I would never go to them cuz I'm in love with where I stay
She hit the gang up, really tryna play us
I said girl you gotta be careful with that fake love
They could really put you down, girl you did enough
Yea I could promise they don't give a f*ck
Whole gang gon' eat, so they slide for me
Rolling up woods, high as can be
Yea said she want love, not what I need
What I need
Yea I got options
Dropped a couple albums, got a couple in my pocket
Asked if they about you, I don't know girl you could stop it
Said she want that love again, I told her that I'm on shit
I been posted with my new bitch
Pockets fat, Rick Ross, Peter Griffin
Got a roster full of hoes, forget to mention
They keep hitting up my phone, like every minute
But I don't want a hoe, I'm finished
Like why they always on my back
I know they tripping, know they mad
I don't want to talk, I got a .40 in the stash
With the keys to the coupe man I love to go fast
Yea they went out down bad
Kick her to the curb, can't be f*cking with no old hoe
Reminiscing bout the days where you used to be my throat goat
I said we parting ways, got me feeling like I'm Polo
If you find someone new, I'm sending shots up through your window
Your boyfriend talking crazy, I'ma hit him with this stick
He tough on the net till I hit him in his shit
She stay on my phone, still fiending for dick
Watch yo f*cking mouth, before I make you my lil bitch
Why you talking crazy to me
You knowing you a bum, go play overseas
Yo bitch hit me up, said yo dick game weak
I always hit the target and I promise you gon' see
Yea I got options
Dropped a couple albums, got a couple in my pocket
Asked if they about you, I don't know girl you could stop it
Said she want that love again, I told her that I'm on shit
I been posted with my new bitch
Pockets fat, Rick Ross, Peter Griffin
Got a roster full of hoes, forget to mention
They keep hitting up my phone, like every minute
But I don't want a hoe, I'm finished
Like why they always on my back
I know they tripping, know they mad
I don't want to talk, I got a .40 in the stash
With the keys to the coupe man I love to go fast
Yea they went out down bad
Dropped a couple albums, got a couple in my pocket
Asked if they about you, I don't know girl you could stop it
Said she want that love again, I told her that I'm on shit
I been posted with my new bitch
Pockets fat, Rick Ross, Peter Griffin
Got a roster full of hoes, forget to mention
They keep hitting up my phone, like every minute
But I don't want a hoe, I'm finished
Like why they always on my back
I know they tripping, know they mad
I don't want to talk, I got a .40 in the stash
With the keys to the coupe man I love to go fast
Yea they went out down bad
She said that I'm good, I think that I'm great
Backwoods to the face, moving weight
Got some hoes and they all from different states
I would never go to them cuz I'm in love with where I stay
She hit the gang up, really tryna play us
I said girl you gotta be careful with that fake love
They could really put you down, girl you did enough
Yea I could promise they don't give a f*ck
Whole gang gon' eat, so they slide for me
Rolling up woods, high as can be
Yea said she want love, not what I need
What I need
Yea I got options
Dropped a couple albums, got a couple in my pocket
Asked if they about you, I don't know girl you could stop it
Said she want that love again, I told her that I'm on shit
I been posted with my new bitch
Pockets fat, Rick Ross, Peter Griffin
Got a roster full of hoes, forget to mention
They keep hitting up my phone, like every minute
But I don't want a hoe, I'm finished
Like why they always on my back
I know they tripping, know they mad
I don't want to talk, I got a .40 in the stash
With the keys to the coupe man I love to go fast
Yea they went out down bad
Kick her to the curb, can't be f*cking with no old hoe
Reminiscing bout the days where you used to be my throat goat
I said we parting ways, got me feeling like I'm Polo
If you find someone new, I'm sending shots up through your window
Your boyfriend talking crazy, I'ma hit him with this stick
He tough on the net till I hit him in his shit
She stay on my phone, still fiending for dick
Watch yo f*cking mouth, before I make you my lil bitch
Why you talking crazy to me
You knowing you a bum, go play overseas
Yo bitch hit me up, said yo dick game weak
I always hit the target and I promise you gon' see
Yea I got options
Dropped a couple albums, got a couple in my pocket
Asked if they about you, I don't know girl you could stop it
Said she want that love again, I told her that I'm on shit
I been posted with my new bitch
Pockets fat, Rick Ross, Peter Griffin
Got a roster full of hoes, forget to mention
They keep hitting up my phone, like every minute
But I don't want a hoe, I'm finished
Like why they always on my back
I know they tripping, know they mad
I don't want to talk, I got a .40 in the stash
With the keys to the coupe man I love to go fast
Yea they went out down bad
Writer: Antonio Andrade, LRP Dyl
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid