My Type

Y'all ready

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You broke already, don't mess with me

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3 blocks

This my type of shit

Lil bro, strike your shit

I might fuckin' don't even like the bitch, don't spend no nights and shit

I might under attack your life and shit

Yeah, that's my type of shit

Yeah, that's my type of shit

Strike your shit, that's my type of shit

****, yeah, you know that chopper how we pull up light and shit

We gon' block off some excited shit

Don't do no fighting shit, yeah, that's my type of shit

You know all them pipes and shit, they do exciting shit

That boy act like he want us to bring heat, we come igniting shit

Ain't never hit no bank, but I go broke, be around her heights and shit

Them **** up that way, but send my bitches all on flex and shit

Choppin' that short plate, man, he wasn't right for this

This lil' bitch tryna be all in my face, gotta earn stripes for this

Nike tech, let's go on a drill, I'll lace my Nikes for this

Ski, put on that ski, and when it got busy, it was hype and shit

Trollin' on my Instagram, don't do that, hold on, write the shit

Know I get them scripts, get to my last lil' perk and I be sick

Call the I-5, then they had that G-Lock, y'all know I was pumped

Psych, I'm lyin', I just got on probation, I ride with that bitch

Fell out with my homeboy, with some ****, you just can't get paid

****, just better not speak up, my enamorous ass gon' get chased

Don't stop for no 12, I'm in some fast shit, take him on a race

And if y'all want lil' bro, then me up front yard to stay in your place

**** broke, need to put on a brace, I'm on the tray

They see me when you droppin', that shit on the way

You wanna fuck, I got a bitch, I'm like, get out my face

Some bad shit, we might just take her down through there, like, bae, what you think

Know I pour that nana and no X and chop off what you drink

Bitch, know I'm big three block, ain't no X and chop off what's your rank

Know I love that free shit, be a SC, tryna fill up my tax

Chop it, start strikin', look like lightning, that lil' bitch got paid

K.O. for that smoke, that boy got zy, he really hot

If I had K.O. for that smoke, that boy gon' slide, don't care what happen

Taylor tryna calm down, twine that ****, tweaked out, broad savvy

Put a switch on all his pay, bitch, all that shit come automatic

Watch the mirrors on that car when I'm in traffic

Know the opps don't be on shit, but I still don't be out here laughing

Tell my bitch, I don't even play like that, you want something, then go grab

And I advertise our shit, I'm tellin' bitches, come get last

Don't get **** breaks and don't get passes

Sometimes I slip all, I think bout times when I ain't have shit

All my shit be hittin', ****, this ain't none of them cash flicks

Know I do good business, they come right back when they cash fixed

Know you gotta spend pep, you got a bad bitch

Know why we keep callin', bro, lil' witty, pull up, splash shit

Run up on this whip, know we got AR, that's a bad wrist

I get blue, I'll drive fast with your bitch and I don't crash shit

That's my type of shit, lil' bruh, I'm strikin' shit

I might fuckin' don't even like the bitch, don't spend all night for shit

Tell my young dawg, take your life for shit

Yeah, that's my type of shit, yeah, that's my type of shit

Strikin' shit, that's my type of shit

****, yeah, you know that choppa how we pull up lightin' shit

Hit your block on some excitin' shit, don't do no fightin' shit

Yeah, that's my type of shit