Option Hit-Boy (Ft. Big Sean)

[Intro: Chuck D]
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9!

[Verse 1: 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-Boy, 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

[Hook: Hit-Boy]
We twisted, we fucking twisted
Got a couple bad bitches that 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, really get loose
And we can get it going, we can take it to the room
Hit her with the get fucked option