Tito's Back (Explicit)

Griselda

Yeah, *****

By Fashion Rebels

We take the blicks when we go to Quad, *****

You seen what happened to Pac, right?

We ain't ****in' with these *****s, *****

Yeah

Two bodies on the broken 40 (Uh huh), tuh

Your favorite rappers is broke and 40 (Ah)

Ain't gotta lift a ****in' finger,

Tony smokin' for me (Get 'em, Tone)

Not only got the illest bars,

We got the ****st stories (We got the stories, yeah, look)

I went from playin' with ninas

And click-clackin' them llamas (Llamas)

To walkin' out of Neiman's, mix-matchin' designer (Uh)

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

On a crash course,

I wore a chin strap in the Honda (Skrrt)

Push your **** back, got a big MAC,

I'ma be honest (Brrr)

I go hard in the paint, big facts,

I'ma be honest (Be honest)

Like my chips stacked,

Gettin' big racks, I'm seein' commas

We on islands, I bring a ***** back,

Might be Rihanna (Ah, hahahaha)

I'm really with that,

My clique packed full of Piranhas (Yeah)

My **** clap, you'd get flipped back into the August

(Doot doot doot doot)

Left with money and **** 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 (You see me, *****)

Your ***** on a plane

With a forty-pound order in her luggage

Machine, the illest to ever record it,

Mother****er (Machine, *****)

Don't get extorted, mother****er,

Diamonds flawless, mother****er (The Butcher comin')

Diamond chains attract *******,

That's why I bought this mother****er

Continental Sport,

I can barely park the mother****er (Hahaha)

I got a app on my phone,

That's how I start the mother****er (Uh)

Gun on my hip, got aim like an archer, mother****er (Brrr)

I be swingin' through New York like Peter Parker,

Mother****er (Yeah, *****)

A lot of *****s rap,

But they don't come as thorough (Uh huh)

We the hardest *****s out

And we ain't from a borough (Yo, East Side)

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

And marry birdies,

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

I went to war, held that cannon firmly

I got that tight wrist and a white *****

You only compare to Fergie

She half Dominican, her hair was curly (Ha)

And she very curvy, my number retired,

You can't wear my jersey (Hahahaha)

And that blicky that I carry dirty

Free Ab, free Mula,

My Philly *****s is very sturdy (Free the akhs)

And the ******* see me dressin' flyer

I got a check, so I can get what I desire,

I be the pressure applier (Ha)

Border patrol, checkin' all the tires

Sold bricks and bust your gun (Ha),

Then I was definitely inspired, look

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

The rest of my *****s, they'll smoke you (Brrr)

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

Got a flip phone,

Then I made **** moves (Ha, what you need?)

One time for my *****s totin' sticks (Totin' sticks, ah)

You won't know it's lit 'til we approach you

(What's poppin', uh?)

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

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

Brrr

Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot

Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot

Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot

It's the ****in' king of New York, *****

(****in' king of New York, *****)

I don't even gotta rap, ah, **** y'all *****s

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

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

La la la la la la, Flygod, *****

I don't even know what the **** water taste like anymore,

It's all champagne (Ah)

Shout out to Sarah (Ah), la, y'all *****s *****

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

La la la la la la

I got the Lamborghini two-door and four-door, ***** (Skrrt)

La, praise both

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom

I'm tellin' y'all *****s this

For the next two, three, four, five, six,

Seven, eight, *****, thirteen years, ***** (Ah)

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

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

This **** forever, ***** (The Almighty)

Rest in peace Machine Gun Black (SE Gang)

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

The rest of my *****s, they'll smoke you (Brrr)

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

Got a flip phone,

Then I made **** moves (Ha, what you need?)

One time for my *****s totin' sticks (Totin' sticks, ah)

You won't know it's lit 'til we approach you

(What's poppin', uh?)

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

Four hammers deep,

Ridin' in the old school (Let's go, la la la la la la, la)