Hit-Boy - Option lyrics

[Intro: Chuck D] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9! [Verse 1: Hit-Boy] We twisted, yeah n***a we twisted Got a couple bad b**hes Yeah, you missed it Her and her sister, keep calling me mister H-I-T B-O-Y, he so fly, he no lie, too much truth All I do, makes hits, sip a little bit of hundred proof Young n***a bet a couple hundred, what it do When I got a couple enemies I haven't run into It'll be problems, yeah it'll be problems So I'm celebrating life throwing money in the air Throwing money in the air, letting them know I don't care Got so much flair, like my n***a Chase say Making b**hes say OK Really ain't mean to make you hate your day But I really got to stunt n***a, look this way I'm f**ing Hit-Boy, I'm f**ing Hit-Boy, she f**ing Hit-Boy And you know, you know I'm all about them zeroes Controlling the game like D. Rose And making hits for my heroes [Hook: Hit-Boy] We twisted, we f**ing twisted Got a couple bad b**hes that wanna get high Yeah they wanna get live, yeah they wanna get high And I don't even smoke, but my n***as do So go light up girl, really get loose And we can get it going, we can take it to the room Hit her with the get f**ed option [Verse 2: Hit-Boy] I'm rolling, I'm rolling Knocking b**hes down like I'm bowling Off that Hennessy and Patrón and Y'all be cuffing hoes y'all patrolling But it's OK, it's OK Trying to steal my style but it's no way And now I'm getting that white money They chase a n***a like O.J My jersey, with me n***a I'm putting on for my team n***a I'm the quarterback, first string n***a Straight tossing b**hes like flea flickers These kickers, all turf Running this field, thats hard work f** all night and I'm all surf My stock high, what y'all worth? No Benzes, get it That front end, spent it That back end, stacked that $500 for the snake-skin snapback And that's word to my n***a Don C Updated threads, what you know about me? Love having s** with a double dime piece She a 20 on the scale what you know about free [Hook] [Verse 3: Big Sean] f** these b**h a** n***as b**hes big-y Sipping on liquor trying to get a little licky, licky, licky, icky Sorry ho but I'm picky Bad white girls and they look like Iggy Grown a** man do I look like Diggy? Bend it over on me, can you do it like Nicki? p**y all wet, weed stay sticky, sticky Yeah, I lost my mind, bet I won't lose my money (No) Picking up change, tell me do I look bum-y? (No) She keep blowing when her nose ain't running Staying in shape because you know a n***a run it Me and two Os, yeah that's one hundred My n***a ran through the trees rolling with that shotty Goddammit he think he hunted I'm going hard, I don't stop I'm living life like it's no cops She's taking shots to the head like who the f** needs Botox I'm rolling up, I'm rolling out I don't know her name, I just know her mouth Living this life you lame n***as don't know about Cuz [Hook] [Outro: Big Sean & Hit-Boy] And Hit-Boy get these hoes man, aw sh** So damn, nasty, she so nasty I'm a nasty n***a to though