Yo Type lyrics

[Hook x2]
We don't f*ck with yo type (x2)
We don't f*ck with yo (x2)
We don't f*ck with yo type

All of y'all n*ggas sucking n*ggas, and we don't f*ck with your type (x2)

[Verse 1]
Push the button in that Porsche, I can tell you that type
I was on the standline for my man, yo you know what that's like
Joint rolled I need a light, all the sh*t that I did
At the studio just made a song and the cops all in my crib
You don't know how I live, platinum door I bid
Maino watching all this, V watching all this
Ray watching all this, yeah Ray watching all this
Drake just called me yesterday to tell me, 'boy, you the sh*t'
f*ck is y'all n*ggas saying? Real sh*t, admen
Got a shooter on a little dome tripping, bet he waiting for me to say when
f*ck is y'all n*ggas saying? Real sh*t, amen
Got a shooter on a little dome tripping, bet he waiting for me to say when
f*ck n*gga

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2]
Hunnid gram ya them candy bars, can't f*ck with sh*t that I do
Shorty blessed me, I ain't even sneezed, have them pistols aimed at you
J-U-L real blood n*gga, only color we know is green
See the grill on, I mean motherf*cker when I pull up and that's me
Taylor Gang, f*ck what you heard, I'm down for that forever
Pistol tucked in that leather, yeah pistol tucked in that leather
Serving all these bricks, you can ask 'em, n*ggas bet they say that I'm good
Talk all you want, hazel wood, to the death of me I'm so hood
Hold 'em down, know where I come from, where I come from be that jungle
Bake a cake then I serve the cake with no birthday and they love you
Hold 'em down, know where I come from, where I come from be that jungle
Bake a cake then I serve the cake with no birthday and they love you