Type 1

Got a sixteen

Tryna get it on screen

Popping off with no team

F’ing up on my speaker

Cover magazine

Two cups of dopamine

Old whip and gasoline

F’ing up on my speaker

Brodee, nicotine

But, I’m only on green

And I only want green

F’ing up on my speaker

Long I got reefer, I’on need Keisha

I’on need Lisa, I’on need either

I just got my hair done check one two

Now I’m looking gorgeous I know this I do

This suit’s not imported but I feel important

Your vibe is distorted so don’t come through

Ey

Piggy bank on my desk yes

That’s where I keep my money I’m blessed, yes

She dancing in the rain in a dress, yes

I love the way it shakes yeah I’m blessed, yes

Yes yes yes yes

Don’t be hitting up my line

Take a glimpse at my passion

I’m not even in my prime yet

I still get it bracking

Like its 1999

Joey Bad on my system

Had me writing something different

Never been that superstitious

And I know I sound vicious

I been in the game a minute

Cleaning up like dirty dishes

I’m not in it for the mentions

I’m just in it for the mansions

But I gotta keep it hunnid

I might put my name in ink

If I get it then I got it

I don’t even gotta think

And I got the people jumping

Issa whole mosh pit

And I got the reaper running

Coz he know I got the link

She say that she’s in love

But I know she just a fan shit

She building up a brand

She ain’t looking for no man shit

She tryna get a bag shit

And I ain’t even mad

Got a sixteen

Tryna get it on screen

Popping off with no team

F’ing up on my speaker

Cover magazine

Two cups of dopamine

Old whip and gasoline

F’ing up on my speaker

Brodee, nicotine

But, I’m only on green

And I only want green

F’ing up on my speaker

Long I got reefer, I’on need Keisha

I’on need Lisa, I’on need either

I’m type, type, type 1

I’m type, type, type 1

I’m type, type, type 1

I’m type, type, type 1

I’m type, type type type 1

I’m type, type type, I’m type 1

I’m type, type type type 1

I’m type, type, type, type, type 1

You told me you loved me promised

You said that you’d love me the longest

But now you say sorry I can’t see

How you could just switch up so quickly

It’s crazy how all shit that goes

It’s crazy how friends turn to foes

But I guess that hoes will be hoes

So please don’t be hitting up my phone

Got a sixteen

Tryna get it on screen

Popping off with no team

F’ing up on my speaker

Cover magazine

Two cups of dopamine

Old whip and gasoline

F’ing up on my speaker

Brodee, nicotine

But, I’m only on green

And I only want green

F’ing up on my speaker

Long I got reefer, I’on need Keisha

I’on need Lisa, I’on need either