[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Ain’t going back and forth with no nigga
I ain’t the type
(Ced did this ho)
Ain’t going back and forth with no nigga, you know I ain’t the type
(NJ stepping harder)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 1]
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 gonе
She better not rеcord 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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[?] I know I spend that money, make ’em missing, man
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
[?] 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 book 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
[Chorus]
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
[Outro]
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
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