Tito's Back (feat. Westside Gunn & Benny the Butcher)

Two bodies on the broken forty

Your favorite rappers is broke and forty

Ain't gotta lift a fuckin' finger, Tony smoke 'em for me

Not only got the illest rhymes, we got the dopest stories

Look, I went from playin' with Ninas and click-clackin' 'em llamas

To walkin' out of Neiman's mix-matchin' designers

I whip crack, I brought a brick back to my mama's

On a crash course, I wore a chin strap in a Honda

Push your shit back, got a big MAC, I'ma be honest

I go hard in the paint, big facts, I'ma be honest

Let my chips stack, gettin' big racks, I'm seein' commas

We on islands, I bring a bitch back, might be Rihanna

I'm really with that, my clique packed full of piranhas

My shit clap, you would get flipped back into August

Left with money and dope, like this pack was consignment

I tripled up my flip from pimp-slappin' the product

Look, used to flush the toilet with water in the bucket

Now my neck lookin' like some frozen water in the bucket

Bitch on a plane with a forty-pound order in her luggage

Machine, the illest to ever record it, motherfucker

Don't get extorted, motherfucker, diamonds flawless, motherfucker

Diamond chains attract bitches, that's why I bought this motherfucker

Continental Spur, I can barely park the motherfucker

Got an app on my phone, that's how I start the motherfucker

Gun on my hip, got aim like an archer, motherfucker

I be swingin' through New York like Peter Parker, motherfucker

(Yeah, ****) A lot of **** rap, but they don't come as thorough

We the hardest **** out, and we ain't from a borough

I'm from the town where they carry .30s and marry birdies

And all the young **** gettin' buried early

I went to war, held that cannon firmly

I got that tight wrist and a white bitch you only compare to Fergie

She half-Dominican, her hair was curly

And she very curvy, my number retired, you can't wear my jersey

And that blicky that I carry dirty

Free Ab, free Mula, my Philly **** is very sturdy

And the bitches see me dressin' flyer

I got a check so I can get what I desire

I be the pressure applier

Border patrol, checkin' all the tires

Sold bricks and bust your gun

And I was definitely inspired, look

Most of my **** gettin' rich (Gettin' rich)

The rest of my ****, they'll smoke you

My lil' homie put me on the lick (On the lick)

Got a flip phone, then I made dope moves (What you need?)

One time for my **** totin' sticks (Totin' sticks)

You won't know it's lit till we approach you (What's poppin'?)

Circle round your block to do a hit (Do a hit)

Four hammers deep, ridin' in the old school (Let's go)

It's fuckin' king of New York, **** (Fuckin' king of New York, ****)

I don't even gotta rap, fuck y'all ****

I'm gettin' too much money, I'm Hollywood now, ****

(Give a fuck about none of y'all ****)

Fly girl, ****

I don't even know what the fuck water taste like no more

It's all champagne

Shout out to Sarah

Y'all **** pussy

You ever ate Ruth's Chris and House in the same day, ****?

I got the Lamborghini two-door and four-door, ****

Praise both

(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

I'm tellin' y'all **** this for the next

Two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight

****, thirteen years, ****

2050, ****, y'all **** still can't fuck with me

(Can't fuck with me, ****)

This shit forever, ****

Rest in peace, Machine Gun Black

Ay, look, most of my **** gettin' rich (Gettin' rich)

The rest of my ****, they'll smoke you

My lil' homie put me on the lick (On the lick)

Got a flip phone, then I made dope moves (What you need?)

One time for my **** totin' sticks (Totin' sticks)

You won't know it's lit till we approach you (What's poppin'?)

Circle round your block to do a hit (Do a hit)

Four hammers deep, ridin' in the old school (Let's go)