yeah
yeah
ain't going back and forth with no nigga
i ain't the type
ain't going back and forth with no nigga
you know i ain't the type
yeah
yeah
yeah
i ain't going back and forth with no nigga
uh-uh
i ain't the type
i'd rather fuck that ho friend 'cause she ain't my type
disrespect a street nigga
you know i'm the type
don't make a move without my gun
you know i ain't the type
walk in the club with all my diamonds on
just blew a bag because my money long
this thirsty bitch
she think she coming home
ksoo leave her 'lone
he wanna fuck and get her gone
she better not record me on that phone
i don't like pictures
bitch
i ain't the type
let me nut on your face
that's the shit i like
that chopper changed my mind
fuck bitches two at time
let's fuck with no emotions
don't try me
bitch
i choke you
she wanna ride with the gang
i told her take an uber
fuck all them opp hoes
them hoes be really groupies
yeah
i know i been that nigga
hop out that car and kill that nigga
boy
this shit get ugly
nigga
ain't nobody realer
nigga
f&n'll split a nigga
i'm off that west
and if i want it
i buy it
drop that check
she want an atk nigga
we the best
she wanna get fucked from the back and wear my chain around her neck
i ain't going back and forth with no nigga
uh-uh
i ain't the type
i'd rather fuck that ho friend 'cause she ain't my type
disrespectful street nigga
you know i'm the type
don't make a move without my gun
you know i ain't the type
foreign cars up in my yard
they think i'm a movie star
and that lil' bitch was running fast but he couldn't make it far
stop all that acting and bragging
that bitch you loving
i had her
i'm swerving lanes
dodging traffic
boy
i got by
check my stacks
that lil' ho
she run her mouth
that bitch there ain't my type
ratchet bitch
she like to argue
she just like to fight
bitch
i got racks on top of racks
i do the money dance
they must not know i spend that money
make 'em miss him bad
this a real opp party
bring the glocks out
and all my hitters
they get paid when you pop out
i'm getting twenty for a show just to rock out
who brought a bitch to my room
that ho there i don't like
no
i don't like to stick up on a nigga
no
i ain't the type
i booked a ho a flight the morning
she leave the same night
a fake flodging ass nigga
that shit ain't my type
that nigga dissing on the gang
he died the same night
i ain't going back and forth with no nigga
uh-uh
i ain't the type
i'd rather fuck that ho friend 'cause she ain't my type
disrespectful street nigga
you know i'm the type
don't make a move without my gun
you know i ain't the type
i ain't going back and forth with no nigga
uh-uh
i ain't the type
i'd rather fuck that ho friend 'cause she ain't my type
disrespectful street nigga
you know i'm the type
don't make a move without my gun
you know i ain't the type