My Type (Radio Edit)

I won't say that I gotta type, but you're what I like
And you're 6 foot' too fine
And should just be mine

Who cares what people thinking
Regardless they gone hate and
The bitches who despise me
All wanna have my place and

I don't blame them, have you seen me lately
i won't chase him, by the end you'll wanna date me
Ain no racing
Or rushing into anything
Ain't even gotta say a thing
You know you want it

So let's be honest
Fuck it
You know how I'm coming
I ain' scared or runnin'
I start going up, and they start acting funny
Okay, tell him that I'm on the way
"Who be luh shawty?"
"Oh, that's Kaia J"
And she be doin her thing
Bae do you think you can hang

I'm just sayin though, I got a type
Grills, guns, and tattoos, bae, is what i like
Just stick beside me, bae, and you'll love this life
And if they ask you better, say that you mine

And I don't really care about what people sayin'
Some bitches hate me but I'm on they n**** playlist
And you know he singin' my songs
And you been a fan, saw you singing along
Tell luh shawty get gone, I'm from the 478 and they love me back home

Like I was sayin tho, I gotta type
Grills, guns, and tattoos, bae, is what I like
Ok I'm cool on the sex, but one thing about me I do love to flex
And Zay told me I'm next, give it a few years or less for I have me blue checks

Yeah
So can we be something
I'm not talkin for nothin'
If it's me you been wanting
Can we leave this place, crash this function

So can we be something
I'm not talkin for nothin'
If it's me you been wanting
Can we leave this place, crash this function

You were my type