Текст песни ID4 (from Fitness: Gym, February 2024) [Mixed] - HIT BOY

Call me the Blood Snoop Deal, double jizzle, pimping all dime bristles
Yolk so chiseled, make bitches panties sizzle
Pistols like missiles, pearl white handle nickels
Blunts like pickles, seven grams, white whittle

My plush white pillow, leather guts so ill
Got them diamond cut handcrafted, spotted with grills
I guess you could say I know how a spotter feels
Crawlin' 30-inch, four G auto, spotted with wheels

My body like a igloo, got them icy big jewels
Big tools for big fools, a big mask and big broods
Dude I levitate, leave their head boiling
Feed 'em gun powder, stainless steel, land poison

Your boy about the bidness young California midas
Been kicking sand up in Pasadena like it's Venice
But you can catch me up in North, khaki like it's Sovernala
Sit the lake on 311, get it brackin'

My life full of drama out here tryna hit the lotto
My hitter lick for tickets, Copa Donca, Lowrider
I terrorize the club, I'm a thug, body, body
Fuckin' everything, movin', got a thousand baby mamas

I put my last dollar on some khakis and some trucks
Put 30-inch, three-piece of beanies on the truck
As long as it's at least nine ounces in the cut
I'ma flip the quarter brick and come back up within a month

I'm a shopping monster, price tag popper, exotic car copper
The guts custom product, green Gucci loafers and coach shows proper
Fuck what it cost, tell your boss your boy gotcha
I'm a shopping monster, price tag popper, exotic car copper
The guts custom product, matching satin 30 inch Giovanni's proper
Fuck what it cost, Tell your boss your boy gotcha

No introduction needed, you can smell it coming hella loud
You can see the cloud, smoking in the crowd
I'm in the function, these bitches loving on my style
Ice hanging from my neck, bitch at least a hundred pounds
Hoes on the prowl, hit 'em with this pen
Bitch was like wow, never heard a nigga talk the way this Snoop do

Tryna be my new boo, baby had potential so I trained the bitch shoot you
I can tell him anything, hoes gon' listen
Only to a real nigga these hoes pay attention
Only on the real nigga these clothes fittin' different

I be closin' deals nigga the money is the mission
New edition in the driveway
Diamonds on the backplate
Top of the rap game

Check what the stats say
Travel to the metaverse
Created Dr. Bombay
Roll the nine TV deals

Death Row, I don't play
No, boss of them all
Showed them how to ball
Trophies on the mantle flags on the wall

Next episode, season 33, you was in a coma if you never heard of me
Household name, music's generational, money in the fame, oh it's a celebration ho
See I ain't seen the price tag since I got the bag
Back in 92 when I was smokin' on the zigzag

I'm a shopping monster, price tag poppa
Exotic car copper, the guts custom product
Green Gucci loafers and kosho's proper
Fuck what it cost, tell your boss your boy gotcha

I'm a shopping monster, price tag poppa
Exotic car copper, the guts custom product
Matching satin 30 inch Giovanni's proper
Fuck what it cost, tell your boss your boy gotcha

Welcome home big hit, it's your blood cousin Snoop Dogg
You dig, we get money, that's what we does, dawg