Option Lyrics - Hitstory - Hit-boy

We twisted, yeah nigga we twisted 

Got a couple bad bitches 

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 nigga 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 nigga Chase say 

Making bitches say OK 

Really ain't mean to make you hate your day 

But I really got to stunt nigga, look this way 

I'm fucking Hit-Boy, I'm fucking Hit-wow, she fucking 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 

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We twisted, we fucking twisted 

Got a couple bad bitches and they wanna get high 

Yeah they wanna get live yeah they wanna get high 

And I don't even smoke, but my niggas do 

So go light up girl, go really get loose 

And we can get it going we can take it to the room 

Hit her with the get fucked option 

(: Hit-Boy) 

I'm rolling, I'm rolling 

Knocking bitches 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 nigga like O.J 

My jersey, with me nigga 

I'm putting on for my team nigga 

I'm the quarterback, first string nigga 

Straight tossing bitches like flea flickers 

These kickers, all turf 

Running this field, thats hard work 

Fuck all night and I'm all surf 

My stock high, what y'all worth? 

No benzes handed 

That front end, spent it 

That back end, stacked that 

$500 for the snake-skin snapback 

And that's word to my nigga Don C 

Updated fresh, what you know about me? 

Love having sex with a double dime piece 

She a 20 on the scale what you know about free 

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We twisted, we fucking twisted 

Got a couple bad bitches and they wanna get high 

Yeah they wanna get live yeah they wanna get high 

And I don't even smoke, but my niggas do 

So go light up girl, go really get loose 

And we can get it going we can take it to the room 

Hit her with the get fucked option 

(: Big Sean) 

Fuck these bitch ass niggis 

Bitches 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 ass man do I look like Diggy? 

Bend it over on me, can you do it like Nicki? 

Pussy all wet, we stay sticky, sticky 

Yeah, I lost my mind, bet I won't lose my money (No) 

Picking up change, do I look bum-y? (No) 

She keep blowing when her nose ain't running 

Staying in shape because you know a nigga run it 

Me and two Os, yeah that's one hundred 

My nigga 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 fuck 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 niggas don't know about 

Cuz 

We twisted, we fucking twisted 

Got a couple bad bitches and they wanna get high 

Yeah they wanna get live yeah they wanna get high 

And I don't even smoke, but my niggas do 

So go light up girl, go really get loose 

And we can get it going we can take it to the room 

Hit her with the get fucked option 

(Big Sean) 

And Hit-Boy get these hoes man, aw shit 

So damn, nasty, she so nasty 

I'm a nasty nigga too though