Tito, crack that dutch, roll that purple up
Niggaz slacking in their macking
Simping in their pimping, glad I got you, baby
You the only one I can count on, man
You may crutch, man, yo

We leaves spots milt, you get your top tilt
Mop filled, my block leaves cops killed, duck shots still
You not built, you had zirconia's, those was zirconia's
I kept it spot built, I can ensemble linen

Grinning on rock, silk, I'm hitting bitches like switches
I'm a top Wilt, that's Chamberlain, mama became a friend
Said she had the lamest men, wanted to learn the game I win
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 Athena Onassis
Or Ms. Trina, the queen of the asses
'Cause it's when it come to purple, I've seen it in masses

Whoo, 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
(Goddamn)
(Tito, roll me up another blunt, something ain't right with this)

And I'm a 'naissance child, gaming her stupid now
Plus, I'm stupid foul, pulled a coup 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 gonna front on me?
Girls deranked and chumped, call 'em skank and cunt
Take a trip with the Dip bitch, to the bank to stunt

Serena Williams, downtown vacant and 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, yesir, my line is right
Diminish his army, we finished the Don P
Now let's get purple like Grimace and Barney, holla

I gotta come in now, I don't know what Tito's rolling up
I gotta roll it up my self
(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