Текст песни ID2 (from Fitness: Gym, February 2024) [Mixed] - HIT BOY

Da da dee da da da da da
Roll call with my roll dogs
Whoa-whoa, I got the snowballs
I got the popsicles for the low-ho call
I got plenty chopsticks to peter out the laws
Yeah, Big B's where the whoops at?
Got a J clan rag on the U strap
Red Rollie face with the red stones
And it's red 580 with a red bone

Red bone with the red spokes on the danis
Bentley corners chunking lanes up doing braids
Baby on my bumper saying she a blue rag
But she want a blood drop with a lot of blue cash
Flam gang, tell these niggas what you really bleed
Know exactly what I'm on when I chuck it up

Hots hanging out the left if you a real blood
Can't get them boys the keys, they gon' fuck it up
Pull up out the Rose Bowl
Hop out the red Rolls, hit the toe red clothes

Lil' bro-ro, don't go there, I'm a dog, beware
Stay safe and dangerous like Pasadena Bears
Or them John Mayer Mustangs
Rips really bang, pig chest

Bulldogs flamed up like lanes on the game
I ain't never been jumped in
I was puttin' work in with Denver Air, Denver Den
Cadillac, Gucci Land, El Dorado

Terrainers posted up on Raymond
Back when Paley was a baby
Ms. Ray-Ray, Godney, smokin' stitches constantly
Pasadena talkin' it, chokin' on the chocolate

A E.T. Bitch, 500 for the zip
20 for the gram, 40 just for the stick
On the click, cop out, wolf and get you chipped
Hit her, let him know that real ones still exist

Roll call, with my roll dogs
Whoa-whoa, I got the snowballs
I got the popsicles for the low-ho call
I got plenty chopsticks to pee the road and laws
Big B's where the whoops at?
Got a Cheklin rag on the U-strap
Red Rollie face with the red stones
And it's red 580 with a red bone