Options – Aaron California
Genre Rap

LYRIC
Options

My homie Daryl, he was down on his luck
Fired from his job, his boss did not give a fuck
His landlord called, she knew something was up
That's when he knew he had to get her some loot
Tucked his tool into his boot and then went out on the hunt
That's when he saw this business man in his trunk
He looked around and there was no one in sight
Counted a hundred thousand dollars after taking his life, blaow

With just a gat and a black ski mask
Two straps on a black backpack
Man I got it
I need the cash, that's a fact, quick fast
Get mad, get sad, boy just hand over your wallet
Out in a flash, get the bag, dip-dash
Too bad for your luck, boy empty out
Your pockets
Skip the pad, hit the gas, no stopping
This is what you do when you are left with no options
Skip the pad, hit the gas, no stopping
This is what you do

That evening Daryl drove himself to a club
That's where he met a couple girls who were drunk
He took them home, he was feeling them up
Not yet aware that he was bout to get played
He was excited, he was bout to get laid
That's when one of the girls reached into her purse
She put some handcuffs on him and he told her "it hurts"
Emptied out his house, took him for all that he's worth, HA

With just a gat and a black ski mask
Two straps on a black backpack
Man I got it
I need the cash, that's a fact, quick fast
Get mad, get sad, boy just hand over your wallet
Out in a flash, get the bag, dip-dash
Too bad for your luck, boy empty out
Your pockets
Skip the pad, hit the gas, no stopping
This is what you do when you are left with no options
Skip the pad, hit the gas, no stopping
This is what you do

Now Daryl's desperate and he's starting to panic
His landlord calls but he won't even answer
He had an idea and he started to plan it
He figured, "Fuck it. Imma go for a big fish"
That's when he thought, "Imma go and find me a rich kid"
He headed out and he drove straight to the burbs
He found a kid and threw him down on the curb
That's when the sheriff got some red on his shirt, BLAOW

With just a gat and a black ski mask
Two straps on a black backpack
Man I got it
I need the cash, that's a fact, quick fast
Get mad, get sad, boy just hand over your wallet
Out in a flash, get the bag, dip-dash
Too bad for your luck, boy empty out
Your pockets
Skip the pad, hit the gas, no stopping
This is what you do when you are left with no options
Skip the pad, hit the gas, no stopping
This is what you do

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