That Typa Time (feat. Ba6y Jay)

I walk in, see a dime, then I'm on that type of time Fan bitch, seen me in a party, said her favorite line I can't be worried bout no niggas doing shit cause they be lying This her shit, she want to go I told the bitch to get in line This yo time, I'm with bro, bring a friend, I might throw a couple bands on the floor Bitch, I'm cocking in the snow Cold bitch, she can do it with no hands on the pole Stop the beat, bitches still shakin' ass, there she go, nigga Bring it back, lil' baby, where you at She throwing ass on my lap, she know I'm known for uppin racks, nigga Got hella woods, don't come around with a black Niggas wanna play crazy, got a chopper in the back, nigga It's a party on the laws, where the addy Them grams beat niggas up, I nicknamed my shit Packy Ion net beef, lil' bro, don't try to at me Thick bitch shakin' eyes like she ain't got a daddy Threw a ten-ball at a bitch She threw it back, yop And if she on that type of time, then its that He Claim dat he havin motion, never seen em with a rack Niggas cap bap bap she threw it back now it's a wrap Bad Bitch, you put it on me, got me comin' out the shoes Her shit fatter than a Tesla, put that ass up in cruise Big chopper on me, play with bro, you on the news My big mook, let's go rack for rack could never, ever lose Hold on twin if you big mook, f*ck playing tough on the net Talkin' crazy, niggas bluffin I know why they big mad, I'm havin' G's, they ain't touchin Burn a nigga bad, like I left somethin' in the oven But f*ck that, let's get back to the script If you still don't know, it's Baby J in dis bitch They play her nigga up in rows, makin' hoes have a fit Shit ain't sweet if you play with my brother, I'm on tip Been gettin' papers, so I said, bop to me Twins said, play it back real fast, it's a hit She throwin' ass in the party, I can't get her off my dick Baby J, where you at? Man, I been gettin' chick, nigga I be gettin' chick, yop, I be gettin' chick, yop Where I'm at, I'm probably bustin' down the brick Nigga, I ain't on the block, I'm probably posted' with your bitch Nigga, I'm throwed tryna nail, I ain't tryin' to take a pick No I love being surprised with some bows or some thick hoes If she came with a normal back, she leavin' with that bitch blown This a big four-five, it's only right I let this bitch show And if I got it on my hip, I'm lettin' this bitch blow Like Wonder Bread, I got a big loaf I'm on that type of time, I just have to let the bitch know I'm slidin' down with like five different shots They different caliber because it's five different Glocks I know niggas actin' like they slidin' down, but they not You dropped it on the fit and I just left it in the pot Niggas broke