[Intro]
Tito, crack that dutch
Roll that purple up
Niggas slacking in their macking
Simping in their pimping
Glad I got you, baby
You the only one I can count on, man
You my crutch, man
[Verse 1]
Yo, we leave spots milked, you get your top tilt
Mop filled, my block leave cops killed, duck shots still
You not built, you had zirconi's
Those was zirconia's, I kept it Spot-Bilt (V1's)
I can ensemble linen, grinnin', or rock silk
I'm hitting bitches like switches, I'm a top Wilt
That's Chamberlain, mami became a friend
Said she had the lamest men, wanted to learn the game I'm in
I had to game her then, you rearrange your friends
Then you change that Benz, we need a Range with rims
She bought a gravy Rover, it had a pastry odor
Yes, she made the quota, 'cause I'm like Ray Liotta
Fiends in a caskets, leaning them bastards
But the meanest of fabrics, when I'm with Athina Onassis
Or Ms. Trina, the queen of the asses
'Cause when it comes to purple, I seen it in masses, woo!
[Interlude]
Woo! Tino, you almost finished? (This ain't purple neither, Tito)
This blunt almost out right here (I don't know what this is)
I love you, man (I'm not smoking this)
Only thing I count on is you (Tito, I want him, I don't want him)
Tito, just got the blunt (Don't fuck with nothing else but you)
I'm reloaded now, aight (Goddamn)
(Tito, roll me up another blunt, something ain't right with this)
[Verse 2]
Killa, uhh
And I'm a nuisance child, game in a stupor now
Plus, I'm stupid foul, pulled a Coupe to trial
I come through Canal, and let the Luger style
In the D.A. mouth – shit, here's a root canal
Right on Center Street, put 'em on front street
Next day the front page, who gon' front on me?
Girls deranked and chumped, I call 'em "skank" and "cunt"
Take a trip with the Dip, bitch, to the bank to stunt
Serena Williams, down to Ivanka Trump
Who wanna bang her rump? Chump, yes I bring the pump
That's why I'm kinda hyped, because my money's good
Which means my mind is right, so I got time to write
How I grind at night, next tab, China white
Army hat, army jacket – yes, sir, my line is right
Diminish his army, we finished the Dom P
Now let's get purple like Grimace or Barney
Holla
[Outro]
I gotta come in now, I don't know what Tito's rolling up
I gotta roll it up myself
(I don't know what's in them Dutch Masters)
If you don't crush your own weed up
And put it in the blunt yourself
Your own brother'll hand you some dust
That's what time it is, I gotta come in
Give me two minutes, y'all, I'll be back with y'all in a minute
I gotta roll up
