The Type
I flip the script on a bitch that's just how I play my role
When you jump into these streets you gotta know yo
Friends and foes bro aint shootin' no pool but it's a 8ball on the stove
He gone chop it up and get it sold
I thought I told these niggas they not movin' how we movin'
Say she like my ropes but next I'm comin' heavy Cuban
I find that shit amusing they got guns but never use it
You aint tryna take it there my nigga keep it strictly music
Imma take my time with it stretch it with precision
Caught a contact damn now it's fucking with my vision
I sent my stuffer on the road she gone call me when she make it
Imma Jimmy Choo her cuz the furry slides basic
Remember hustlin' with my mans we was coppin'
Two a piece now you can shop with us come do it now the number cheap
Bussin' plays with yo bitch got my glock under the seat
Have my youngin' hawk em' down run a nigga out his sneaks
You the type to do some hoe shit and hide yo hand
I'm the type to break it down tax em' by the gram
You the type to fuck up then run off on the plug
I'm the type to come and pop you for him off the love
Nigga you the type to try to bubble off a quarter zip
I'm the type to take a hundred grams and make a brick
Nigga you the type ta go and sucka stroke because you pussy
I'm the type to have the blicky on me if you book me
I got my back against the wall move it all down to the dust
In this world full of snakes I'm asking who can I trust
I been in sticky situations niggas had to adjust
But I always made it through I had to strap on my nuts
Yeah I been lookin' out my window thinkin' bout oppositions
That wanna see me fall so they can step in my position
A couple niggas got killed and they names we not gone mention
I use the knife on the yoppa to cut into any tension
I told her take this work down through them mountains
And you might get allowance don't forget that money counter
Cuz you not good at countin' Imma be right her in the city
Makin' double off ounces gotta make sure you hit a nigga
Aint no shooting at houses.
You the type to do some hoe shit and hide yo hand
I'm the type to break it down tax em' by the gram
You the type to fuck up then run off on the plug
I'm the type to come and pop you for him off the love
Nigga you the type to try to bubble off a quarter zip
I'm the type to take a hundred grams and make a brick
Nigga you the type ta go and sucka stroke because you pussy
I'm the type to have the blicky on me if you book me
When you jump into these streets you gotta know yo
Friends and foes bro aint shootin' no pool but it's a 8ball on the stove
He gone chop it up and get it sold
I thought I told these niggas they not movin' how we movin'
Say she like my ropes but next I'm comin' heavy Cuban
I find that shit amusing they got guns but never use it
You aint tryna take it there my nigga keep it strictly music
Imma take my time with it stretch it with precision
Caught a contact damn now it's fucking with my vision
I sent my stuffer on the road she gone call me when she make it
Imma Jimmy Choo her cuz the furry slides basic
Remember hustlin' with my mans we was coppin'
Two a piece now you can shop with us come do it now the number cheap
Bussin' plays with yo bitch got my glock under the seat
Have my youngin' hawk em' down run a nigga out his sneaks
You the type to do some hoe shit and hide yo hand
I'm the type to break it down tax em' by the gram
You the type to fuck up then run off on the plug
I'm the type to come and pop you for him off the love
Nigga you the type to try to bubble off a quarter zip
I'm the type to take a hundred grams and make a brick
Nigga you the type ta go and sucka stroke because you pussy
I'm the type to have the blicky on me if you book me
I got my back against the wall move it all down to the dust
In this world full of snakes I'm asking who can I trust
I been in sticky situations niggas had to adjust
But I always made it through I had to strap on my nuts
Yeah I been lookin' out my window thinkin' bout oppositions
That wanna see me fall so they can step in my position
A couple niggas got killed and they names we not gone mention
I use the knife on the yoppa to cut into any tension
I told her take this work down through them mountains
And you might get allowance don't forget that money counter
Cuz you not good at countin' Imma be right her in the city
Makin' double off ounces gotta make sure you hit a nigga
Aint no shooting at houses.
You the type to do some hoe shit and hide yo hand
I'm the type to break it down tax em' by the gram
You the type to fuck up then run off on the plug
I'm the type to come and pop you for him off the love
Nigga you the type to try to bubble off a quarter zip
I'm the type to take a hundred grams and make a brick
Nigga you the type ta go and sucka stroke because you pussy
I'm the type to have the blicky on me if you book me
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Writer(s): Da'jon Riggins
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