The type Lyrics

Ayy, had to cut that hoe cause she won't acting

right

Look, I just need a hunnid in my pockets, need a hunnid more

Ayy, Shawty, she so bad, she drop it, pop it, put it on the floor

Look, I got niggas out there tryna spend it, tryna wipe your nose

I been tryna get right with my yaa , but she not fucking with me

I fuck around and hit you in your leg, you ain't running with me

Now I'm starting to see why these niggas mad

No, they not fucking with me

Boy, get out your feelings, go get a bag

I know they talking about me

Tryna hop out, ride out with my mask

I'm tryna hop out on it

Ayy, have my brother ride down on your ass

He put that switch up on you, that hot shit

Ayy, treat you like a puck and hit your dumb ass with his hocky stick

Shawty tryna fuck, but I ain't tryna, I got expensive dick

Get up in your pockets, take your shit, and leave you sickie sick

They be asking questions, I don't know, I know I'm innocent

Niggas drop their addy, I'm on your ass and I ain't talking shit

Shawty, she a baddie, she want a bag, but I ain't sending shit

Had to cut the hoe, cause she don't want to have it right

Ayy, you get on my nerves, shut the hell up

Fuck up my appetite

Ayy, I'm the type to ride down on your block and hit you in your fucking nose

I'm the type to hit you with this cock and make you throw away that rose

Hit you with that flash and do you bad and make you strike a fucking pose

These bitch ass niggas, I know that they be mad

My brother fucking on they hoes

I'm on that fucking road to chase a bag

I like a bitch with pretty toes

My niggas ain't never going out sad

Ayy, nigga, don't get me in that mode

Niggas don't be on nothing

Tryna catch them in that store

Niggas be my sons

Niggas tryna steal my clothes

Hop out and they run

You ain't real

You gon' fold

I like bitching you for fun

You ain't gon' do shit

You a hoe

Ayy, I know this shit get crucial

I ain't tripping bout no hoes

She tryna suck me up like noodles

And when she done, she gotta go

Ayy, they throw that shit over the computers

When the person never show up

I told Tommi that I missed her

Ayy, did she get it

I don't know

Had to cut the hoe, cause she wont acting right

I'm just tryna run me up a bag

Go catch a fucking flight

Had to go and cut off a few niggas

They won't acting right

Tryna take my shit

Knew I won't tripping

That's how you feeling right

Shawty get on top

She gon' ride just like a dirt bike

Ayy, wet shit like a mop

Ayy, he a bitch

Don't get his head hype

Ayy, please don't try get dropped

Ayy, be on my shit when I don't feel right

Ayy, I can't trust these niggas

They be sliming

That's for everybody

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