[Verse 1: Kid Ink]

I take a look around, ain't nothing brand new

But the brand A clothes and a couple tattoos

City going nuts like a fucking cashew

I'm the man in my city, don't get it confused

L.A. every day, west side, deuce deuce, neighborhood su-woo

What side do you choose?

Green in my eyes, red fire in my lungs

These diamonds blue, don't hold your tongue

You can suck this dick, got an issue, hit her

Shots fired, pistol spitta

Before your name, do you remember?

It's what it's gon' say when I'm through with you nigga

I don't hold no grudge, just hold my nuts

Made it to the game, put a hole in ya tux

Ooh, kill 'em, ho don't fuck!

All she say, nigga, ho don't fuck

Middle fingers stuck to the world on edge

Might jump but a nigga can't feel my legs

I'm high on the moon tryna plant my flag

For the team, got a dream but I ain't slept yet

All you niggas robots, got a fat ass blunt, I'ma role model

I don't need no co-op, goin' for the win it's no option

[Chorus: Kid Ink]

Yeah, it's no option, Yeah, it's no option

Yeah, look around, it's no option

Yeah, tell me what you know 'bout it

[Verse 2: King Los]

Light work, this a free throw though

I blow strong, nigga strong arm Debo doe

I got the Ice Tea Range and the V cocoa

I say, Ice-T TV and Coco

That's coco like cocaine nigga be snow though

Drop the ice in the pot and whip three more though

Know a chick named Shaneneh that move a lot of yay-yay

To say a girlfriend get the kilo low

I might have dropped outta college, but I mastered cash

I get the old school scratch grand master flash

You looking like Chris Cross with a bag of hash

Because you must be high with you backwards ass, ballin'

Niggas work at Walmart, where they play at

Turn 'em to a Target when I show 'em where that K at

Say Jack, I'm wheelin' in the fortune, lay back

Rain like April, but I might bring Maybach, or my back

'Cause my neck and my back aching

My MAC and my TEC for my slab of bacon

The bacon, they hate I made it, I make 'em take it

I innovated, I make 'em state it when they debate it

I'm checking niggas, my nigga, we playin' 'make it, take it'

They just faking, I take it, they said I wouldn't make it

Damn Ink, what these niggas ain't learned it before?

I make home look good like the furniture store, King!

[Chorus: Kid Ink]

Yeah, it's no option, Yeah, it's no option

Yeah, look around, it's no option

Yeah, tell me what you know 'bout it

[Verse 3: King Los]

I'm about a hundred as a hundred could be

'Cause my whole motherfucking ghetto coming with me

I'm a king so my thousand dollar sneakers on the gas of the Phantom

Means there's rose petals under my feet

Yes Lord, yes Lord, get stepped on nigga, step off

'Cause asking if there's a nigga better than me

That's just gon' get you crickets, you might as well buy a pet frog

Hold up, I said look you whylin', rookie stop it

If we was in school I woulda shook ya pocket

Took your wallet, your girl say the dick game money

She just want me to hold the pussy hostage

I drop the top down, look, it's ostrich

My links is juicy like I'm cooking sausage

I threw the wheels on, lift the ass up

It look like I got the Chevy pussy poppin', King!

[Verse 4: Kid Ink]

Sitting, leaning back and my seat feel fifteen feet high over ya reach, roll up

Downtown nigga hood gon' speed check your IG, that OG

Before for my name is stuffed inside of a swisher

Switching lanes, no sign of slipping

Killing the strip, no sign of a siren

Sipping straight, stop chasing my high, man

I can't lose, nigga, too unlikely

Ain't no tie when I lace my Nike's

Nightly money sleep on the nightstand next to the Bible

Holy, amen, I am more than a man and a monster

Me and the mafia fuck your squadron

Kid Ink, King Los, they don't want problems

But you leave us no option

[Chorus: Kid Ink]

Yeah, it's no option, Yeah, it's no option

Yeah, look around, it's no option

Yeah, tell me what you know 'bout it