Purple Haze Songtext

Glad I got you baby

You the only one I can count on man

You my crutch man, YO



[Verse 1]

We leave spots milt, you get your top tilt

Mop filt, my block leave cops kilt, duck shots still

You not built, you had zirconias, those was zirconias

I kept the spot built, I can ensemble linen

Grinnin' or rock silk, I'm hittin bitches like switches
I'm a top Wilt, that's Chamberlain, mami became a friend

Said she had the lamest men, want 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 the caskets, leaning them bastards

But the meanest of fabrics when I'm with Athena Onassis

Or Ms. Trina, the queen of the asses

Cause when it come to purple, I seen it in masses



[Cam - talking]

Whoo! Tito, 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 can't hear ya, I don't want him) Good lookin'

Tito just got the blunt

(Can't fuck with nothing else but you)

I'm reloaded now, aight (God damn)

KILLA, uh



[Verse 2]

And I'm a nuisance child, gamin her stupid now

Plus I'm stupid foul, pulled a coupe 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 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, downtown vacant 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 nights, next tab, china white

Army hat, army jacket, yessir my line is right

Diminish his army, we finished the Dom P

Now let's get purple like Grimace or Barney

Holla



[Cam - talking]

You my crutch man

I gotta come in now, I don't know what Tito 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 I count it as

I gotta come in

Give me two minutes y'all, I'll be back with y'all in a minute

I roll up