Type Nigga Lyrics

Ayo,

Look,

Who they call the hardest

Well my pen would know

I write the hardest verses

That's just how it goes

We ain't playing ball

But I'm on a roll

I call these niggas fiends

The way they wanting more

Basically I body all these niggas on a basic beat

When he get the clippers only time this nigga fading me

I call it how I see it so it's never no debating me

And if he wanna run it, ima hit em where his temple be

Solo 3's on my motherfucking eardrums

Ain't a nigga hotter shit I had to make it clear, umm

Lotta nigga pussy, where the balls cause they need some

Only me, myself and I, the only time I'm doing threesomes

Yo

Pretty pretty pretty

Yea this waist is itty bitty

Got these niggas busting faster than Montana with a semi

Oh he love me, I say really?

Yea they subbing like they Jimmy

I don't understand the math, you drop a dime and get a penny nigga?

What nigga that you know gone spit like this

Yo friends still wish that could clique like this

Old nigga see me post, he gon click on this

Like what nigga wouldn't wanna come freak on this

Gimme any type of beat and ima rip it up

Christmas lights on the tree the way I lit it up

Ain't talking toys when I say I'm finna figure up

He ain't running track but that nigga still the runner up

Get on the beat with me & I'ma wash you

Ion baby niggas, I never would Osh Kosh you

Fucking with the goat, believe that it's gone cost you

I'm the prize baby , you never could say I lost you

Drip like water

Them still hoes complain but it's doesn't matter

Ive been in the gym and this ass got fatter

This nigga play with sticks like he Harry Potter

Boy fuck yo offer

I got a couple son I foster

Got em seeing red, finna cook em like Lobster

Showing fake love, niggas hate when you prosper

But when you make it big they supporting you after

When this pen hit the paper, this that inky flow

Before I put the tip back in, I use my pinky though

This tongue is long but you gone love this slinky though

The way these niggas got it twisted you would think they sew

I think he slow for thinking that I didn't know

I gotta keep it honest with you, not the type to troll

He hate my guts but he still see me when he scroll

If he ain't got the same drive then he gots to go

Like (Beep beep)

Steering wheel in my left hand

Roll it up, hit the joint from my right hand

How the fuck you gone tell me who's the right man

When you're the one who was fucking on his right hand

Make em feel it, put that leg up on the nightstand

Ion know why these niggas got you hype man

Cause honestly I ain't never need a hype man

Heard me talk my shit and now he thinking I'm his type man

Uh uhn

I said hell nah

I ain't yo type nigga

Would never be yo type nigga