I'm The Type - Remix
I'm the type, I'm the type
You the type, you the type
She the type, she the type
I'm the type of nigga that be shining with the lights off
Got designer they gone bite off
Now she wanna end the night off
You the type of nigga lose your bitch and then go viral
Call her ten times, get the dial
I swear this man suicidal
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Keep running bands up ridiculous
My city girl screaming period
She give me lip, I ain't hearing it
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I know my life is a movie
You niggas funny like Druski
We hang out the window Suburbans
Jai hit the curb cause we swerving
Them niggas making me nervous
This ain't no Denny's, we serving
I got a cup with the syrup in it
She got a tongue like a serpent
Got the Grabba leaf with the purp in it
Wrap the shit up like a turban
Nosy lil bitch tryna count my digits
I told her mind her business
Did I mention she was Persian
None of my bitches American
Diamonds they dripping, aquarium
Give me them twenties, them Harriets
I'm tryna pull up in a chariot
They just be living vicarious
You the type of nigga who be zoned out off of xans
I'm the type of nigga who gone make something out the sand
Or that red clay, I'm from Mississippi
Home of the players and thickest women
Everywhere I go, three chains with me
And niggas they hate in the same city
Don't put me and them in the same sentence
This shit coming easy, I played with it
I heard the whip scream, call it Jadakiss
Ain't nothing facade, I'm 2k with it
She wanna work on my top, I'm okay with it
Spaghetti, you know that's my favorite
No voodoo, I'm too true, I'm so sacred
Had to run up a bag, it's a crazy lick
Put my wrist in the pot, it's ridiculous
Tennis chains, cut the lights off
Looking like money, old as your grandpa
Gucci slides, get her knocked off
Them niggas awaiting a drop off
You 12, you whipping a cop car
Know I'm all about my cheese
Fours up, nigga Brett Farve
I'm the type of nigga that be shining with the lights off
Got designer they gone bite off.
Now she wanna end the night off.
You the type of nigga lose your bitch and then go viral
Call her ten times, get the dial
I swear this man suicidal
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Keep running bands up ridiculous
My city girl screaming period
She give me lip, I ain't hearing it
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I know my life is a movie
I had to make lemonade, Truly
You niggas funny like Druski
What, what
What, what
What, what
You the type, you the type
She the type, she the type
I'm the type of nigga that be shining with the lights off
Got designer they gone bite off
Now she wanna end the night off
You the type of nigga lose your bitch and then go viral
Call her ten times, get the dial
I swear this man suicidal
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Keep running bands up ridiculous
My city girl screaming period
She give me lip, I ain't hearing it
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I know my life is a movie
You niggas funny like Druski
We hang out the window Suburbans
Jai hit the curb cause we swerving
Them niggas making me nervous
This ain't no Denny's, we serving
I got a cup with the syrup in it
She got a tongue like a serpent
Got the Grabba leaf with the purp in it
Wrap the shit up like a turban
Nosy lil bitch tryna count my digits
I told her mind her business
Did I mention she was Persian
None of my bitches American
Diamonds they dripping, aquarium
Give me them twenties, them Harriets
I'm tryna pull up in a chariot
They just be living vicarious
You the type of nigga who be zoned out off of xans
I'm the type of nigga who gone make something out the sand
Or that red clay, I'm from Mississippi
Home of the players and thickest women
Everywhere I go, three chains with me
And niggas they hate in the same city
Don't put me and them in the same sentence
This shit coming easy, I played with it
I heard the whip scream, call it Jadakiss
Ain't nothing facade, I'm 2k with it
She wanna work on my top, I'm okay with it
Spaghetti, you know that's my favorite
No voodoo, I'm too true, I'm so sacred
Had to run up a bag, it's a crazy lick
Put my wrist in the pot, it's ridiculous
Tennis chains, cut the lights off
Looking like money, old as your grandpa
Gucci slides, get her knocked off
Them niggas awaiting a drop off
You 12, you whipping a cop car
Know I'm all about my cheese
Fours up, nigga Brett Farve
I'm the type of nigga that be shining with the lights off
Got designer they gone bite off.
Now she wanna end the night off.
You the type of nigga lose your bitch and then go viral
Call her ten times, get the dial
I swear this man suicidal
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Keep running bands up ridiculous
My city girl screaming period
She give me lip, I ain't hearing it
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I know my life is a movie
I had to make lemonade, Truly
You niggas funny like Druski
What, what
What, what
What, what
Credits
Writer(s): Devontrae Williams
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