Purple Haze (Skit 3)

Tito, crack that dutch

Roll that purple up

**** slacking in their macking

Siping in their pimping

Glad I got you baby

You the only one I can count on, man

You my 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

Mommy 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 Ranger 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

'Causes when it come to purple, I've seen it in masses

Whoo, Tito you almost finished?

This blunt almost out right here

I love you, man

Only think I count on is you

Good looking, Tito just got the blunt

I'm reloaded now, aight

And I'm a nuisance 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 DA 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, I 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 is

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 and Barney, holla

I gotta come in now, I don't know what Tito's rolling up

I gotta roll it up my 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