[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 n***a
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, n***a, ho don't fuck
Middle fingers stuck to the world on edge
Might jump but a n***a 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 n***as 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, n***a 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 n***a 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'
N***as 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 n***as, my n***a, we playin' 'make it, take it'
They just faking, I take it, they said I wouldn't make it
Damn Ink, what these n***as 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 n***a, step off
'Cause asking if there's a n***a 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 n***a 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, n***a, 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