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hit-boy - option lyrics

[intro: chuck d]
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9!

[verse 1: hit-boy]
we twisted, yeah n-gga we twisted
got a couple bad b-tches
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-gga 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-gga chase say
making b-tches say ok
really ain’t mean to make you hate your day
but i really got to stunt n-gga, look this way
i’m f-cking hit-boy, i’m f-cking hit-boy, she f-cking 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-cking twisted
got a couple bad b-tches that wanna get high
yeah they wanna get live, yeah they wanna get high
and i don’t even smoke, but my n-ggas 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-cked option

[verse 2: hit-boy]
i’m rolling, i’m rolling
knocking b-tches 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-gga like o.j
my jersey, with me n-gga
i’m putting on for my team n-gga
i’m the quarterback, first string n-gga
straight tossing b-tches like flea fl!ckers
these kickers, all turf
running this field, thats hard work
f-ck 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-gga don c
updated threads, what you know about me?
love having s-x with a double dime piece
she a 20 on the scale what you know about free

[hook]

[verse 3: big sean]
f-ck these b-tch -ss n-ggas
b-tches big-y
sipping on liquor trying to get a little l!cky, l!cky, l!cky, icky
sorry ho but i’m picky
bad white girls and they look like iggy
grown -ss man do i look like diggy?
bend it over on me, can you do it like nicki?
p-ssy 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-gga run it
me and two os, yeah that’s one hundred
my n-gga 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-ck 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-ggas don’t know about
cuz

[hook]

[outro: big sean & hit-boy]
and hit-boy get these hoes man, aw sh-t
so d-mn, nasty, she so nasty
i’m a nasty n-gga to though

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