Type Shit
In the crib ain't going out, that's the vibe tonight
Ten toes, hold it down, I'm the solid type
Not the type to let you come around if you tellin' right
And the plug, got them packs, yeah, they smellin' right
Ayy broski, come through that front, lock that back door
Give a nigga hand out, he gon' want more
Clappin' shells on that nigga and an Encore
Breakin' this lil' bitch in, this lil' filthy whore
Breakin' this lil' bitch in from the back
Slime you out, don't say slat, get to screamin' Mak
Send a hit on the game, that's a calm attack
Don't poke at nigga, nigga, cause I'll poke you back
Ask that one boy what happened, they lit up his back
Last thing you heard was a drac and some tire tracks
I know what happened to what's his name, we not gettin' into that
If the feds tune in, my nigga, it's a wrap
In the crib ain't going out, that's the vibe tonight
Ten toes, hold it down, I'm the solid type
Not the type to let you come around if you tellin' right
And the plug, got them packs, yeah, they smellin' right
Ayy broski, come through that front, lock that back door
Give a nigga hand out, he gon' want more
Clappin' shells on that nigga and an Encore
Breakin' this lil' bitch in, this lil' filthy whore
Can't fuck with no hoes, she a knack and an And1
Put that on my kids, nigga, im a damn son
Catch that boy lacking, I'ma up it, I'ma blam some
Black and white, you pick, held that nigga for ransom
Ten toes, hold it down, I'm the solid type
Not the type to let you come around if you tellin' right
And the plug, got them packs, yeah, they smellin' right
Ayy broski, come through that front, lock that back door
Give a nigga hand out, he gon' want more
Clappin' shells on that nigga and an Encore
Breakin' this lil' bitch in, this lil' filthy whore
Breakin' this lil' bitch in from the back
Slime you out, don't say slat, get to screamin' Mak
Send a hit on the game, that's a calm attack
Don't poke at nigga, nigga, cause I'll poke you back
Ask that one boy what happened, they lit up his back
Last thing you heard was a drac and some tire tracks
I know what happened to what's his name, we not gettin' into that
If the feds tune in, my nigga, it's a wrap
In the crib ain't going out, that's the vibe tonight
Ten toes, hold it down, I'm the solid type
Not the type to let you come around if you tellin' right
And the plug, got them packs, yeah, they smellin' right
Ayy broski, come through that front, lock that back door
Give a nigga hand out, he gon' want more
Clappin' shells on that nigga and an Encore
Breakin' this lil' bitch in, this lil' filthy whore
Can't fuck with no hoes, she a knack and an And1
Put that on my kids, nigga, im a damn son
Catch that boy lacking, I'ma up it, I'ma blam some
Black and white, you pick, held that nigga for ransom
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Writer(s): Tavain Jones
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