My Type (feat. EJ G)

You the type you the type Type that they subscribe Watch your lives Get it right I'm not one of them guys I'm outside We gone go Take out Tao and roll Right back to my home Then it's on we don't pick up phones We don't play unknowns We don't do that We don't say it's on if we not gone do that So you better bring yo two pack Impala seat way too back And yo bitch she like the shoe mats In yo hood we drive right through that Drop the work and they like who that You the type you the type Just wait til tonight Get you right If it's tight I might hit it twice Throw it back Point them ankles to the sky And she gone lose her mind Then we go cruise the 9 Yeah, Yeah I'm coming through Tell yo job save the overtime Wine and dine On my dime then its hammer time I'm saying girl Shorty please don't you change your mind Heard it through the grapevine Now baby ain't you Gladys Knight I help you make it (Uh) Through the night shit might do a line Why they still (Thinking) thinking back on them Gladys lines You saving it (Shit) yeah I'm lit that you chose the kid And I aim, aim to please who I'm fucking with Damn it's tight and she grip it right And she say it's mine Wait that's yo boo oh that's yo dude He can be your guy you make the rules I'm on your side, hit it from the side Now you mine and you just my type Damn the time is right You the type you the type Just wait til tonight Get you right If it's tight I might hit it twice Throw it back Point them ankles to the sky And she gone lose her mind Then we go cruise the 9