Purple Haze

Lyrics

[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