Type of Nigga

I just touched Miami and I got a new jwett Me and Pk finna slide in a vette That nigga fronting ps we got glocks in the back If shit get fucked up I can stack a hundred racks If yo homie got fucked up would you pick 'em up Bows don't come in the mail Keep 'em in the trunk Little nigga pulled up for a gram boy that ain't enough I just touched down in the yams tryna gleece some bucks Brodie cleaned a Pound Ima clean a plot Nigga we been gleecing shit since green dot When y'all mans went to jail how Y'all team stop Free my niggas down the road we Bouta restock It's 12:30 in Miami I'm finna fly to Oakland The plug hit me last minute he gotta session open Ima bring back some crud and Lindsay Lohan Niggas half of police telling in the moment I just pray my nigga get paroled I was setting prices low niggas let it get cold Now you can't shop with Me cuz I broke the stove Now it's time to stack this paper and reach my goals I just touched Miami and I got a new jwett Me and Pk finna slide in a vette That nigga fronting ps we got glocks in the back If shit get fucked up I can stack a hundred racks If yo homie got fucked up would you pick 'em up Bows don't come in the mail Keep 'em in the trunk Little nigga pulled up for a gram boy that ain't enough I just touched down in the yams tryna gleece some bucks Had to separate the real from the fake Man these niggas hoes how you only want the fame Seen some hoe shit so I treat you like a lame How you want the Benz you ain't even got the Range How you got the glory nigga you ain't got the pain I went through this shit nigga you went down the drain Had to go through this shit and I had to lose Took a big L you could never fit my shoes I got the jwett I got nine hundred blues Stay out the way I got nine hundred moves You the type of nigga that'll tell when you lose I'm the type of nigga that got mail coming through I just touched Miami and I got a new jwett Me and Pk finna slide in a vette That nigga fronting ps we got glocks in the back If shit get fucked up I can stack a hundred racks If yo homie got fucked up would you pick 'em up Bows don't come in the mail keep 'em in the trunk Little nigga pulled up for a gram boy that ain't enough I just touched down in the yams tryna gleece some bucks