LeBron Flame, Rose Wade

Aye, typa'

It be,

It be all typa'

Okay, aye aye

Every day I wake up, man, I swear it's all type of Opps

So we got all type of Glocks

Man it's all type of bitches ready to slob all on my cock

It be all type of **** ready to die by my spot

Think he is, but no he not, aye

For this shit I put in all type of work

You can't blame me, we the reason for all type of shirts

You's a bitch I sit outside and wait, we all type of lurking

How you want it, we do all type of murkings

"Flame chill", hell no, I'm gon' hurt him

I hope you show up and go and sco' put on that jersey

I can't lie, my first time, bitch, I was all type of nervous

Right where I'm at, I been through all type of hurdles, aye

I done seen all type of shit,

She tryna' argue, I might alright a bitch

My phone jump, if I want it, I'd go all night in this shit

He think he tough, he a all type of bitch, aye,

To get some funds, I know all type of ways,

She want all type of love, I'm tryna' be all type of paid

Say he ain't win, He gave up all type of thangs'

I why would I cuff you bitch, you know you fuck with all type of lames

I'm that one type thug, been in the whip, I'm gettin' money,

All day, she get that one type of hug, when I catch his ass, duh,

When I see him, he gettin' that one type of slug,

Fuck, I look like I ain't finna' have no type fight, punk,

Every day I wake up, man, I swear it's all type of Opps

So we got all type of Glocks

Man it's all type of bitches ready to slob all on my cock

It be all type of **** ready to die by my spot

Think he is, but no he not, aye

You the type of **** beat your bitch because she fuckin' off

I'm the type to find her friends, I go and fuck em' all

Lesson learned on my first twenty, yeah, I fucked it off

You the type don't get it back, cause you don't stack at all

When you my type of ****, bitches wanna use they jaws

And if I ain't got it, it's around like, let me make this call

Guns all type of, I get love all type of,

Funds all type of, in the club, I'll fight em'

Ayy, on FaceTime with the opps, he told me, don't mention this brother

Told him, don't call my phone no more, before I hung up, said, fuck him

Heard all these rumors on my name, must be talkin' bout another

Can't tell you the feeling to get my shit took, but sometimes I wonder Ain't never seen me, but I seen you

Probably ain't knew it was me, but ****, we play tag too,

Ayy, I'd be quicker up on your feet, dude,

Think that's gon' happen the next time, boy, you a damn fool