You The Type Lyrics – Hitkidd, Aleza & Slimeroni
(Hitkidd, what it do, man?)
These hoes ain’t even on ***
Weak-ass hoes
You know what the *** goin’ on
Yeah (Yung Swerve)
You the type of *** ain’t got no bottle, *** (Lame-ass ho)
You the type of *** ain’t got no dollars, *** (Haha)
Ayy, ho
You the type of *** that don’t be buyin’ bottles in the club
You the type of *** that’s buddy, askin’ niggas, “Where my hug?”
You the type of *** that’s really nice as hell, but tryna mug
And I’m the type of *** that be outside your house like, “Ho, what’s up?”
You the type of *** that don’t be buyin’ bottles in the club
You the type of *** that’s buddy, askin’ niggas, “Where my hug?”
You the type of *** that’s really nice as hell, but tryna mug
And I’m the type of *** that be outside your house like, “Ho, what’s up?”
You the type of *** to let the *** ride all in your car (Skrrt, hahaha)
Niggas can’t get *** from me, won’t even buy ’em a cigar (I better not)
You be claimin’ you unbothered, make accounts just to lurk (***)
Claimin’ that your drip is real and got that print pressed on a shirt (Weak-ass ho)
See, I’m the type of *** that pop out cute when I get ready (When I get ready)
And you the type of *** be wearin’ bundles that be sheddin’ (Your *** be sheddin’)
He poured his lil’ heart out in my text, I never read it (I never read it)
See, I just like to break ’em, I don’t care ’bout what he textin’ (Ayy, Gloss Up, ***)
You the type of *** that play side *** to your baby daddy (How?)
I’m the type to beat my BD for doin’ all that cappin’
I’m the type of *** that get money and, yes, I’m with the *** too (I am)
He love this toxic chocolate, on me bad just like some vodoo (Uh-huh)
I’m that type of ***, I want your ***, I’ll come snatch him (I’ll come take him)
Now she mad about her ***, na-na, come get him back then
At my shows strapped and ***, a hundred shots up in this backpack (A hundred rounds)
Can’t get caught up by his ***, so he still hit me through his Snapchat (Yeah, his Snap)
You the type of *** that don’t be buyin’ bottles in the club
You the type of *** that’s buddy, askin’ niggas, “Where my hug?”
You the type of *** that’s really nice as hell, but tryna mug
And I’m the type of *** that be outside your house like, “Ho, what’s up?”
You the type of *** that don’t be buyin’ bottles in the club
You the type of *** that’s buddy, askin’ niggas, “Where my hug?”
You the type of *** that’s really nice as hell, but tryna mug
And I’m the type of *** that be outside your house like, “Ho, what’s up?”
Ol’ “I don’t really do this” goin’ live-ass hoes (Yeah, aight)
Layin’ with a broke ***, ol’ tired-ass hoes, ayy (Tired-ass hoes)
You the type of *** who never leave when he go cheat (What?)
I might flirt and do my dirt, I bet he still gon’ rub my feet, *** (No cap)
Move comfortably (Comfortable)
Anywhere I go, *** done started me
Her *** beat
Bein’ corny, I’m the only ten he see (I’m his Tennessee)
He tryna buy Hennessy, want D’USSÉ, bad *** energy
You gotta be kiddin’ me if you thinkin’ that my time free
Hatin’ ho, sit over there
You ain’t in my circle ’cause you a square (Ho)
Don’t wanna be a lame ho
Come on, baby, pull up a chair (Come here)
Whoop who? When? Where? (What?)
Drop a pin, ***, we there (We there)
You the type to say you wanna fight, but, ***, you pullin’ hair (What?)
I’m the type of *** *** hate ’cause they can’t *** with me (They can’t *** with me)
These *** just playin’ tough, they won’t try they luck with me (They won’t get tough with me)
I ain’t wrestlin’ with no ho, ain’t no ho gettin’ rough with me (The ***?)
Prefer the niggas with the money ’cause it be the bucks for me (It be the bucks)
You the type of *** that don’t be buyin’ bottles in the club
You the type of *** that’s buddy, askin’ niggas, “Where my hug?”
You the type of *** that’s really nice as hell, but tryna mug
And I’m the type of *** that be outside your house like, “Ho, what’s up?”
You the type of *** that don’t be buyin’ bottles in the club
You the type of *** that’s buddy, askin’ niggas, “Where my hug?”
You the type of *** that’s really nice as hell, but tryna mug
And I’m the type of *** that be outside your house like, “Ho, what’s up?”
