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star bandz - too many options lyrics

[chorus]
they know how i get, i’m on my bully tryna diss
i think i lost my top, i’m tryna hit him with no miss
if they tryna test they luck, they might just end up in a ditch
ain’t worried ‘bout a miscellaneous, i get the block lit
shordy tryna fight, but we do not fight
so if she run up that mean she tryna die tonight
i don’t be twerkin’ at the function, throwin’ gangs and drinkin’ sprite
i got way too many options, but i can’t seem to decide

[verse]
got my blooda on my side, and i think he clutchin’
they better play it easy ‘fore my shordy get to bussin’
load that chopper, hit his back, ‘cause the opper steady runnin’
sb get so fresh to death, i started thinkin’ it’s disgusting
ugh, ugh, i think i know why they don’t like me
got me feelin’ like yb because i’m freshest in my white tee
when my phone go off around him, i just say “a scam likely”
a realer pretty pepper, i make him spend it if you like me
i get my money up, i don’t sit ‘round or wait for luck
i ain’t beefin’ with no clucks, you actin’ chicken you get plucked
i’m not no average teen, i’m only fifteen in the club
and if somebody try to tweak, i got my slime to wet you up
smack you in your medulla, that’s if you tryna act tough
had to hit her booski up, she all on ig tryna bluff
had to put the ksbui up, this rta all on my b+tt
i’m coolest shordy up, everybody show me love
i’m a real deal stepper, ain’t no lemon pepper
my ex left me, think i’m cheatin’, but i ain’t trippin’, that’s whatever
i can have whoever i want, but he don’t know ‘cause he ain’t clever
shordy can’t call my phone that’s ‘cause he blocked, write a letter
if he don’t like me, you a bop, most of ‘em be hidin’ all out on the block
only rep whatever they man bang, i’m the same until i drop
and i ain’t gon’ switch up when i pop, i lost some friends so now they opps
they don’t even get outside for real, i’ll pull up on the block
what y’all do? we get the opps [?]
check the lo’, they at the sto’, we catch ‘em lackin’, leave ‘em sticked
she don’t like me over dude, i drop a fl!ck and leave her sick
you talkin’ sick just like the flu, don’t got a clue what had got in you
got a don dada status, i’m young but i am not a average
i’m gettin’ fast money, stackin’ up, i think i’m classy
they know sb goin’ up, they blastin’ her while they in traffic
think i’m tight ‘cause he her boo, that ain’t my boo, let shordy have it
[chorus]
they know how i get, i’m on my bully tryna diss
i think i lost my top, i’m tryna hit him with no miss
if they tryna test they luck, they might just end up in a ditch
ain’t worried ‘bout a miscellaneous, i get the block lit
shordy tryna fight, but we do not fight
so if she run up that mean she tryna die tonight
i don’t be twerkin’ at the function, throwin’ gangs and drinkin’ sprite
i got way too many options, but i can’t seem to decide

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