Prolly My Type

Lightskin bitch that's the only thing I need All that shit talk probably why she think I'm mean Wock' in a Pop that's the only thing I feen Bad but she broke, type of shit that close the deal Bitch ain't know so I taught her how to cheat I'mma classy guy, bitch you better do yo' feet When I'm in the ground, only time I'll take defeat Pass the baton, GT, I'm takin' it In some Black Cats, all I need is a black cat Hoe played with me and her mom met the jack' act Ha, dumbass bitch, f*ck around and find out Fire with the work, bringin' hell in the booth Factual as f*ck, bringin' truth to the youth Pussy played with me and his ass lost a tooth Ten toes alone, still roaming with a group Want a bag, give some head Play with me, not my bread Bro ask too much, man, I ain't gon' lie, he a fed Scope on this hoe, thermal vision, this a infrared If I catch his ass talking shit I'mma cut his dreads Fell down so much it's 'bout time that I come back Looking at me old, got a vision that I stack plaques Ain't gon' even lie, I'm a sipper with a six pack F*ck you mean Wock', boy you drinking out a six pack Back in your bed, bitch I'm back on my grind Trustin' all I say little bitch she got a weak mind On God she got a weak mind, fucking dumbass hoe F*ck and I cut, I am not a time spender That is not your car, you a certified renter Y'all is not hard, threw the flag and surrendered Cut all the small talk, on God I hate a venter Lightskin and curly, shit, that's probably my type Lightskin and curly, shit, that's probably my type Her man ain't home, shit, I might go and slide If we locked in, she with me 'til she die You just lost to the Hawks, boy you a bot Thinking that you hard but I promise you not Mood changed quick, seen my plug at the spot Bust in this bitch, that baby got to die Just scammed my teacher, it's a F on her credit score Just popped a bitch, seen her hoe momma mourn that whore Jon Jones on these pussies, f*ck a gun I'mma throw Ain't no bordeaux in this bitch, it's some Wock' I pour F*ck all that rap, I'm a poet on this bitch R6 with a drone, zappin' just like I'm Twitch Rap money, cuz', I stopped with the glitch Tolerance zero, we gon' torture a snitch Shitty as f*ck, you can see the flies on me Storm on the fit, you can see the fly on me Bapes on the feet, you can see the stars on these Higher than shit, I can hear an ant crawlin' Asian lil' hoe, 'bout to f*ck up her guts Walked in a mall, 'bout to f*ck up the stock You is not Wayne, better not punch your bars Twin do the work, we is not finna spar Motion talk is not motion, stop with the cap Laughed at her joke 'cause I'm just trying to clap Bitch sent the lo' but we know that's a trap Cuz' a boxer so it's shoutout to champ Five flows on a song, think I'm the goat 24/7 in the cut at the store Whipped out a hammer hit that boy like I'm Thor Bitch broke as f*ck, buyin' shit off of Morre Broke bitches not my type, nah Broke bitches not my type, bitch You know what's my type, hold on You know what's my type Lightskin and curly, shit, that's probably my type Lightskin and curly, shit, that's probably my type Lightskin and curly, shit, that's probably my type Lightskin and curly, shit, that's probably my type