Type Beats
Uh look, different vibes man
I just heard baby on baby
I fuck with the style, we throwing on type beats
Never talking like I'm from the streets
But I'm in the field like I'm rocking cleats
Flow sick like I got Ebola
Hot potato cuz you can't hold her
PlayStation nigga, I control her
Trap phone bitch aint no Motorola
And I aint even selling no dope,
She just like the pack that I'm smoking
I'm in her end zone, I pass her back to you
No lateral, I'm just joking
Keep it frank, I got her wet like the ocean
My peddle to the metal, while they coasting
Drip or drown, I'ma fuck your bitch with the waves out till I'm floating
Now she sea sick, back in school I was the skinny nigga that your girl cheated with
Hit a white girl with black dick, she was from the burbs now she hood rich
I aint even on no hood shit
This that y'all niggas aint good shit
I heard da baby tape that inspired me
I had to bump it once but now it's Papi Z
Alerting her phone, like she Amber
Go tell that lil nigga he cancelled
Topping me, I'm flipping channels
If I want it, I'm her man now
Smoking to my music, she a fan now
I been kicking shit like Chun-Li
I got the trap jumping off of type beats
Trap jumping off of type beats
Got the trap jumping off of type beats
Got the trap jumping off of type beats
And aint no Dru Hill I'm beating her cheeks off in yo sheets nigga
They been sleeping on me gotta wake em up
My middle finger broke, so I don't give a fuck
She in yo bank account but I'm in her guts
I'ma settle down one day, but until that day I'ma keep fucking sluts
Paranoid I know they watching me
Putting dick up in her, keep it low key
Ya baby mama just followed me
She liking all the pics on my IG
Now the baby daddy wanna fight me
Tryna do the right thing, like spike lee
Nigga hit me up like we was homies
I said I'm different nigga you don't know me
Then I said you better take your bitch to church, cuz she clearly acting unholy
I'ma dick her down in her PJ's, cuz back in the day she slept on me
They sipping NyQuil, I'm sipping Hennessy
And aint no HIV, they can't fuck with me
Pack stay on me like a ID
I'm screaming free grip until that nigga free
(Free grip, free grip, free grip, free grip)
I'm screaming free grip until that nigga free
Alerting her phone, like she Amber
Go tell that lil nigga he cancelled
Topping me, I'm flipping channels
If I want it, I'm her man now
Smoking to my music, she a fan now
I been kicking shit like Chun-Li
I got the trap jumping off of type beats
Look
Got the trap jumping off of type beats
Got the trap jumping off of type beats
Got the trap jumping off of type beats
And aint no Dru Hill I'm beating her cheeks off in yo sheets nigga
3 came here to get paid
I got your sister with me help me make plays
Suck me up but she can't get laid
I need my hands free like Air-Play
In Miami like Dwayne Wade
You niggas emotional bitches
He think I'm his brother
But I'm putting dick in his sister
Won't ask for forgiveness
She swallowed my children
She posted them kissing
I commented back like that nigga a victim
Yeah that nigga a victim
Look, cooking up don't need to preheat
We been talking, she delete the history
No gold chains, I'm not Mr. T
But the kid fresh like Mr. Clean
Playing with me, make her switch teams
Young Lebron, I make her fade-away
Switching on you, KD Golden state
Young Trey, I bet her neighbors know my name
You a lil nigga stay in yo lane
My stomach hurting all this champagne
And you lil niggas don't rap enough
You to busy buying gold plated chains
Alerting her phone, like she Amber
Go tell that lil nigga he cancelled
Topping me, I'm flipping channels
If I want it, I'm her man now
Smoking to my music, she a fan now
I been kicking shit like Chun-Li
I got the trap jumping off of type beats
Look
Got the trap jumping off of type beats
Got the trap jumping off of type beats
Got the trap jumping off of type beats
And aint no Dru Hill I'm beating her cheeks off in yo sheets nigga
Don't ever forget man
Ladies I'm that nigga that y'all was sleeping on,
I'm that nigga you was leaving on read and shit
Fellas
I'm that nigga, I probably put you on my show if you was a rapper
Or you had a nice jump shot or some shit
I probably put you on my show back in the day
But you don't, you mad now
I'm the same nigga, but I got different energy
I just heard baby on baby
I fuck with the style, we throwing on type beats
Never talking like I'm from the streets
But I'm in the field like I'm rocking cleats
Flow sick like I got Ebola
Hot potato cuz you can't hold her
PlayStation nigga, I control her
Trap phone bitch aint no Motorola
And I aint even selling no dope,
She just like the pack that I'm smoking
I'm in her end zone, I pass her back to you
No lateral, I'm just joking
Keep it frank, I got her wet like the ocean
My peddle to the metal, while they coasting
Drip or drown, I'ma fuck your bitch with the waves out till I'm floating
Now she sea sick, back in school I was the skinny nigga that your girl cheated with
Hit a white girl with black dick, she was from the burbs now she hood rich
I aint even on no hood shit
This that y'all niggas aint good shit
I heard da baby tape that inspired me
I had to bump it once but now it's Papi Z
Alerting her phone, like she Amber
Go tell that lil nigga he cancelled
Topping me, I'm flipping channels
If I want it, I'm her man now
Smoking to my music, she a fan now
I been kicking shit like Chun-Li
I got the trap jumping off of type beats
Trap jumping off of type beats
Got the trap jumping off of type beats
Got the trap jumping off of type beats
And aint no Dru Hill I'm beating her cheeks off in yo sheets nigga
They been sleeping on me gotta wake em up
My middle finger broke, so I don't give a fuck
She in yo bank account but I'm in her guts
I'ma settle down one day, but until that day I'ma keep fucking sluts
Paranoid I know they watching me
Putting dick up in her, keep it low key
Ya baby mama just followed me
She liking all the pics on my IG
Now the baby daddy wanna fight me
Tryna do the right thing, like spike lee
Nigga hit me up like we was homies
I said I'm different nigga you don't know me
Then I said you better take your bitch to church, cuz she clearly acting unholy
I'ma dick her down in her PJ's, cuz back in the day she slept on me
They sipping NyQuil, I'm sipping Hennessy
And aint no HIV, they can't fuck with me
Pack stay on me like a ID
I'm screaming free grip until that nigga free
(Free grip, free grip, free grip, free grip)
I'm screaming free grip until that nigga free
Alerting her phone, like she Amber
Go tell that lil nigga he cancelled
Topping me, I'm flipping channels
If I want it, I'm her man now
Smoking to my music, she a fan now
I been kicking shit like Chun-Li
I got the trap jumping off of type beats
Look
Got the trap jumping off of type beats
Got the trap jumping off of type beats
Got the trap jumping off of type beats
And aint no Dru Hill I'm beating her cheeks off in yo sheets nigga
3 came here to get paid
I got your sister with me help me make plays
Suck me up but she can't get laid
I need my hands free like Air-Play
In Miami like Dwayne Wade
You niggas emotional bitches
He think I'm his brother
But I'm putting dick in his sister
Won't ask for forgiveness
She swallowed my children
She posted them kissing
I commented back like that nigga a victim
Yeah that nigga a victim
Look, cooking up don't need to preheat
We been talking, she delete the history
No gold chains, I'm not Mr. T
But the kid fresh like Mr. Clean
Playing with me, make her switch teams
Young Lebron, I make her fade-away
Switching on you, KD Golden state
Young Trey, I bet her neighbors know my name
You a lil nigga stay in yo lane
My stomach hurting all this champagne
And you lil niggas don't rap enough
You to busy buying gold plated chains
Alerting her phone, like she Amber
Go tell that lil nigga he cancelled
Topping me, I'm flipping channels
If I want it, I'm her man now
Smoking to my music, she a fan now
I been kicking shit like Chun-Li
I got the trap jumping off of type beats
Look
Got the trap jumping off of type beats
Got the trap jumping off of type beats
Got the trap jumping off of type beats
And aint no Dru Hill I'm beating her cheeks off in yo sheets nigga
Don't ever forget man
Ladies I'm that nigga that y'all was sleeping on,
I'm that nigga you was leaving on read and shit
Fellas
I'm that nigga, I probably put you on my show if you was a rapper
Or you had a nice jump shot or some shit
I probably put you on my show back in the day
But you don't, you mad now
I'm the same nigga, but I got different energy
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Writer(s): Reginald Bullock
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