ONE TYPE

Uh, Shawty slid right in my dm
Uh, shawty slid right in my dm
Shawty slid
Uh huh, yeah

Shawty slid right in my dm
Uh, she said she wanna be my bm
Yeah I got some hittas on go
Say you gotta man just leave him

But these bitches tricks and they all lie
Say you want me? Hell nah bitch bye
I'm up on a plane damn I'm too high
And Trizzy on go ima get me a lot

And I'm getting money it's part of the plot
Bro getting fucked up, his brain rot!
I'm bringing them racks in, my bag hold a Mac 10

Lil Brodie wanna keep playin, yeah ima show him where he lay, uh
If I go say something now, uh huh!
You ain't gon' have shit to say!

Ima keep getting this money
Yeah, ima show you a lil bag
Iced out my wrist make it sunny
Uh, calling on me I won't lag

You hating on me you a dummy
And all of you weirdos some fags
I know your bitch ain't gonna dub me
You talking but I hear no facts, Damn!

Yeah, ima slide through with the gang
Yeah iced out my bitch Johnny Dang
Uh, my circle tight I ain't playin'

Uh, me and you we ain't the same
Yeah I get sad when I don't gain
Uh, fucking this bitch give her pipe
Uh, she said Trizzy you my type

But Trizzy is only one type, uh
Uh, she said Trizzy you my type
But Trizzy is only one type, huh
Uh, but Trizzy is only one type!

Shawty slid right in my dm
Uh, she said she wanna be my bm
Yeah I got some hittas on go
Say you gotta man just leave him

But these bitches tricks and they all lie
Say you want me? Hell nah bitch bye
I'm up on a plane damn I'm too high
And Trizzy on go ima get me a lot

I remember back in school uh
They said that Trizzy a fool uh
Now they eat me up like food, what they say?
"How did you make it and what did you do?"

Ima act stupid I don't have a clue
Minding my business I cook in the stu'
My money was green now it turned blue
They said I'm sick guess I got the flu

Fuck with me now but I don't know you
My circle tight we keeping it true
I'm standing tall right on my feet, uh I don't give a fuck how you move

Uh, zoom off in a new GLE
Yeah slam on that gas ima ski
Uh, leave all the opp's on the scene
Uh, I'm Smokey the bear you a fiend

Yeah I know I'm good but ima get better
They calling Trizzy the young trendsetter
I got them glocks I got berettas
Pop his ass twice, leave his family a letter

You cannot compete, 'cause I'm doing better
You cannot compete, leave his family a letter

Shawty slid right in my dm
Uh, she said she wanna be my bm
Yeah I got some hittas on go
Say you gotta man just leave him

But these bitches tricks and they all lie
Say you want me? Hell nah bitch bye
I'm up on a plane damn I'm too high
And Trizzy on go ima get me a lot



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Writer(s): Trizzy Grams
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