Type Lyrics

I'm the type to get a bag, just gon' save it

You the type to blow a bag and just get pissed

off at your neighbors

Chop, took that demon out that boy, now he an angel

Still shootin' that three blocks, I ain't talkin' bout no angles

Big bands entertainment, that's a motherfuckin

label

I'ma kick you out this game if you ain't bring

none in this table

Load up that chop with a cloud, now it's rainin

Fo Five on my hip, you better watch how you say shit

I'm the type to get rich, you the type to go

snitch

I'm the type to beat you up, you the type to go bitch

Now your ass shakin' cause the Glock came

with a switch

It ain't my fault how you gone broke like 50 cent I am the troll

If you want beef, just let me know, I be waitin at your door

Like ya barber, ACP gon' line you up, say no more Don't think it's 2024, we still gon' get you gone

Better not go out without no heat, you better wear that goddamn coat

Still slidin with that pole, I don't care if you's a hoe

I don't care if you gon' change, man, you had to get me bro

You gon' have to see me though, with that auto semi, though

Is that your kicks? Give me those, now you're in that video

I'm the type to get it back and still save it

You the type to backdoor a raw nigga for that paper

Put a lot of bullets on that boy like he in matrix

If it's money on your head, no John wick, man, They can't save you, pussy

Matter of fact, I'm Quan Wick, I'm a fit, fit, fit

If they wanna send the hit, let me change the subject

Man, I can't wait to get rich

So I can put my niggas on so we can get up out this mitten

I'm the type to get lit, you the type to be a bum

Tryna put me on your diss

You cut your own blood off, you think you money mitch

Man, you get killed like Rico Tryna do all that snitching

Tryna diss the whole gang, now you flyin' with them pigeons

Taking about you got some paper, you be lyin' to these bitches

I'm still gettin' paid every day, that's my intuition

You gon' die if you choose the wrong route, you ain't gon' listen

I'm the type to get it back and make a mill Independent, I ain't never sign no deals

How you dissin'? You ain't even got no kill

Put the chopper to his brain if you still If he's dissin' on the gang, he be killed

Type to fuck a bitch and I ain't even need no pill

Still got my lil' Glock even when I'm on the hills

Tryna live my life, ain't no damn way y'all gon' steal it

Bananas, clips with this AR-15, we gon' peel it

I hate killin' Y'all niggas with cuts, y'all ain't even wanna listen

If y'all wanna start the beef, you know I had to finish it

If y'all wanna make no money, get up off my premises

I need a minute, y'all be lyin' on y'all raps, I don't know what y'all be listenin

I don't wanna hang around you, you gon' mess around and snitch

I don't like makin' music, they keep tellin' me to quit

I'm the type to get a bag, just gon' flip it

You the type to get a bag and tell em all your business

Chopper knock him out his frame cause he was tryna take a picture

Now he in a suit, take his whole family with him

I'm the type to get a bag, just gon' save it

You the type to blow a bag just to get pissed off at your neighbors

Chopper took that demon out that boy, now he an angel

Still shootin' that three blocks, I ain't talkin' bout no angels

I'm the type to get a bag and still save it

You the type to backdoor a wrong nigga for that paper

Put a lot of bullets on that boy like he a matrix

If it's money on your head, John wick, man, they can't save you

We the family, we ain't switchin' up on niggas

If you wanna diss about me, put the finger on the trigger

Finna to put that shotgun to his back like he Ricky

He get killed, tryna act like he a bad boy, no diddy

I pray to God I won't switch, you know I love my city

But I'm still seein' hate, got the drac, we gon' get him