Purple Haze

[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