Options Song Lyrics
Options by Young Caine Yo! What up? This Caine
Yâall run around thinking yâall thug?
Come down to where Iâm from, the country.
Iâm going to let yâall in on it.
Let yâall hear what we about down here.
Iâm going to tell you a little bit about this man I know.
Heâs a true country boy. Someone you donât want to f**k with.
His name is Billy Baker. He lives on Hargis Road.
Give him a 12 pack of Coors and heâs ready to go.
Donât feed that man no whiskey, cause then he might get rude.
Heâs a Southern Bred, country boy ready to act a fool.
McEwen, Tennessee thatâs where I stay.
Popular Grove is where I was raised.
Back in the sticks where the deer all graze.
Chickens in the front yard, Dogs in the back.
Didnât worry about nothing, because everythingâs straight.
Then we moved into town I was 7 or 8.
Hated my life but then it grew on me
Now Iâm 19, they keep a tool on me.
Too many snake b**ches in the grass
Too many Junkies out by the train tracks.
Take a ride down an old dirt road,
You can smell the meth cooking from a mile away.
Better mix it right, donât let blow your face.
You say youâre hard, you think youâre a gangster,
Till you come down here and meet a country banger.
Whatâs up b**ch, get dropped like an anchor!
Been repinâ it for the Dirty South,
Where we all talk slow and we got each otherâs back.
This small town living got me feeling real right.
Letâs take a shot of whiskey and chase it down with a Spirte!
Then hit the bonfire and hope to see a fight,
Or hit a backroad get higher than a kite.
Thereâs so many options when you live where Iâm from!
So many options when you live where Iâm from!
Want some pills? I can get you some.
Want a good deal? I can get you one.
So many options when you live where Iâm from!
So many options when you live where Iâm from!
McEwen Tennessee so you know where Iâm from
Trying to stack your paper I can put you on.
So many options when you live where Iâm from!
So many options when you live where Iâm from!
Where you live where Iâm from you say f**k the cops.
Throw middle fingers on up to the ops!
Ride on through with a burn in my lap.
Then come back through and let the motherf**ker clap.
Donât let me catch you lackinâ cause then this sh*tâs mine.
McEwen Tennessee boy we stay on a grid.
Waverly ass b**ches wait your turn in line.
Return on the king and the crown in mine.
Want them pills? Better roll up to Sonic.
Want that Crack? Better hit the train tracks.
Want some smoke? Better fine the Horn.
Been money on my mind ever since I was born.
In this lil ole town thereâs to many heads to bust
So ainât no way that Iâm not gonna score.
931 all the way to my core!
931 all the way to my core!
Just a bunch of country boys holding it down
And we all sip whiskey and know how to fight.
Donât get wrong or the fist they gonna fly.
When you live down here this sh*t is do or die!
Get with this sh*t or get left behind.
If you canât get the picture than you must be blind!
So many options when you live where Iâm from!
So many options when you live where Iâm from!
Want some pills? I can get you some.
Want a good deal? I can get you one.
So many options when you live where Iâm from!
So many options when you live where Iâm from!
McEwen Tennessee so you know where Iâm from
Trying to stack your paper I can put you on.
So many options when you live where Iâm from!
So many options when you live where Iâm from!