The Type Lyrics

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