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The Type
8,833
Hip-Hop/Rap
The Type was released on June 14, 2024 by Open Shift Distribution as a part of the album Fresh Out the Trenches
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Release DateJune 14, 2024
LabelOpen Shift Distribution
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM78

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wizz Havinn
Wizz Havinn
Performer
NoCap
NoCap
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wizz Havinn
Wizz Havinn
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rajon “Raj Bangers Only” Brown
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, ****, ayy, yeah
(Gentle Beatz)
****
Mhm, yeah, ****, uh
[Chorus]
I'm the type of **** that she like, yeah
I'm the type of **** come out, all my ice on
I'm the type of **** you can bet your life on
I got off my ass, then I got right on
Ain't talkin' 'bout a bag, you can't call my phone
I ran up a bag trappin' off an iPhone
Stealin' swag, gotta call these **** my clones
In somethin' fast, crackers hit the lights, I'm gone
[Verse 1]
I'm that motherfuckin' **** that they talkin' 'bout
Say it's smoke, pussy ****, we can spark it out
Yeah, movin' dope, I'm that **** that connect the dots
In the pot with my wrist, I'ma stretch it out
****, you ain't gon' blow your pole, so why your weapon out?
I'm knowin' you a ho, so what you yellin' 'bout?
She tryna fuck me for the cheese, but I ain't givin' out
Broke-ass **** got no cheese, he a silly guy
[Chorus]
I'm the type of **** that she like, yeah
I'm the type of **** come out, all my ice on
I'm the type of **** you can bet your life on
I got off my ass, then I got right on
Ain't talkin' 'bout a bag, you can't call my phone
I ran up a bag trappin' off an iPhone
Stealin' swag, gotta call these **** my clones
In somethin' fast, crackers hit the lights, I'm gone
[Verse 2]
Say I'm the type to fuck a cougar bitch and call her Sandra
I'm the type who gon' go public with a private dancer, ayy
I'm the type, you make a diss about me, we'll turn you dust, ayy
All these fuckin' Audemars, I feel like Elon Musk, ayy
I might go cop a Richard, dependin' on how mad I get
And way before I linked with Wizz, boy, I was havin' shit
All my hoes come different colors like these hollow tips
I can't forget about that struggle, that's what made a ****
World up in a **** palm, city in my pocket
Scared to pay my **** bond 'cause them people watchin'
You gotta put it to my temple, my heart just way too big to run
That Rolex presidential with a red face like Donald Trump
They think I'm Usain Bolt how quick I run through a hundred
I ain't tryna kill no hater, I just fuck his baby mama
I rock Who Decides War like a terrorist, Obama
It be all in shawty eyes, I can tell that she want me, huh, huh
[Chorus]
I'm the type of **** that she like, yeah
I'm the type of **** come out, all my ice on
I'm the type of **** you can bet your life on
I got off my ass, then I got right on
Ain't talkin' 'bout a bag, you can't call my phone
I ran up a bag trappin' off an iPhone
Stealin' swag, gotta call these **** my clones
In somethin' fast, crackers hit the lights, I'm gone
[Outro]
I'm the type of **** come out, all my ice on
Written by: Wizz Havinn
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