Tito's Back
Conway The Machine

CONWAY THE MACHINE


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

[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Griselda
Yeah, nigga
By Fashion Rebels
We take the blicks when we go to Quad, nigga
You seen what happened to Pac, right?
We ain't f*ckin' with these niggas, nigga
Yeah

[Verse: Conway the Machine & BENNY THE BUTCHER]
Two bodies on the broken 40 (Uh-huh), tuh
Your favorite rappers is broke and 40 (Hah)
Ain't gotta lift a f*ckin' finger, Tony smoke 'em for me (Tony-Tone)
Not only got the illest bars, we got the dopest 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 shit back, got a big MAC, I'ma be honest (Brrr)
I go hard in the paint, big facts, I'ma be honest (Be honest)
Let my chips stack, gettin' big racks, I'm seein' commas
We on islands, I bring a bitch back, might be Rihanna (Ah, hahahaha)
I'm really with that, my clique packed full of piranhas (Yeah)
My shit clap, you'll get flipped back into the August (Doot, doot, doot, doot)
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 (You see me, bitch)
Bitch on a plane with a forty pound order in her luggage
Machine, the illest to ever record it, motherf*cker (Machine, bitch)
Don't get extorted, motherf*cker
Diamonds flawless, motherf*cker (The Butcher comin')
Diamond chains attract bitches, that's why I bought this motherf*cker
Continental Spur, I can barely park the motherf*cker (Hahaha)
Got an app on my phone, that's how I start the motherf*cker (Uh)
Gun on my hip, got aim like an archer, motherf*cker (Brrr)
I be swingin' through New York like Peter Parker, motherf*cker (Yeah, nigga)
A lot of niggas rap, but they don't come as thorough (Uh-huh)
We the hardest niggas out and we ain't from a borough (Yo, East Side)
I'm from the town where they carry thirties and marry birdies
And all the young niggas 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 (Hah)
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 niggas is very sturdy (Free the ahks)
And the bitches 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

[Chorus: BENNY THE BUTCHER]
Most of my niggas gettin' rich (Gettin' rich)
The rest of my niggas, they'll smoke you (Brrr)
My lil' homie put me on the lick (On the lick)
Got a flip phone, then I made dope moves (Ha, what you need?)
One time for my niggas 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)

[Interlude: Westside Gunn]
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 f*ckin' king of New York, nigga
(f*ckin' king of New York, nigga)
I don't even gotta rap (Ah)
f*ck y'all niggas
I'm gettin' too much money, I'm Hollywood now, nigga
(Give a f*ck about none of y'all niggas)
La-la-la-la-la-la
Flygod, nigga
I don't even know what the f*ck water taste like anymore, it's all champagne (Ah)
Shout out to Sarah (Ah), la
Y'all niggas p*ssy
You ever ate Ruth's Chris and House in the same day, nigga?
La-la-la-la-la-la
I got the Lamborghini two-door and four-door, nigga (Skrrt, la)
Praise both
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
And I'm tellin' y'all niggas this for the next two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Nigga, thirteen years, nigga (Ah)
2050, nigga, y'all niggas still can't f*ck with me
(Can't f*ck with me, nigga)
This shit forever, nigga
(The Almighty)
Rest in peace Machine Gun Black
(SE Gang)

[Chorus: BENNY THE BUTCHER & Westside Gunn]
Ayy, look, most of my niggas gettin' rich (Gettin' rich)
The rest of my niggas, they'll smoke you (Brrr)
My lil' homie put me on the lick (On the lick)
Got a flip phone, then I made dope moves (Ha, what you need?)
One time for my niggas 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)

Watch Conway The Machine Titos Back feat Westside Gunn  Benny The Butcher video
Hottest Lyrics with Videos
f70db945cb735af11be01f67d5468d34

check amazon for Tito's Back mp3 download
these lyrics are submitted by itunes3
browse other artists under C:C2C3C4C5C6C7C8C9
Songwriter(s): Daringer, BENNY THE BUTCHER, Westside Gunn, Conway the Machine
Record Label(s): 2019 Griselda Records Conway
Official lyrics by

Rate Tito's Back by Conway The Machine (current rating: 7.50)
12345678910
Meaning to "Tito's Back" song lyrics
captcha
Characters count : / 50