Type Nigga

Ayo, Look, Who they call the hardest Well my pen would know I write the hardest verses But that's just how it goes We ain't playing ball But I'm on a roll I call these niggas fiends The way they wanting more Basically I body all these niggas on a basic beat When he get the clippers only time this nigga fading me I call it how I see it so it's never no debating me And if he wanna run it, ima hit em where his temple be Solo 3's on my motherfucking eardrums Ain't a nigga hotter shit I had to make it clear, umm Lotta nigga pussy, where the balls cause they need some Only me, myself and I, the only time I'm doing threesomes Yo Pretty pretty pretty Yea this waist is itty bitty Got these niggas busting faster than Montana with a semi Oh he love me, I say really? Yea they subbing like they Jimmy I don't understand the math, you drop a dime and get a penny nigga? What nigga that you know gone spit like this Yo friends still wish that could clique like this Old nigga see me post, he gon click on this Like what nigga wouldn't wanna come freak on this Gimme any type of beat and ima rip it up Christmas lights on the tree the way I lit it up Ain't talking toys when I say I'm finna figure up He ain't running track but that nigga still the runner up Get on the beat with me & I'ma wash you Ion baby niggas, I never would Osh Kosh you Fucking with the goat, believe that it's gone cost you I'm the prize baby , you never could say I lost you Drip like water Them still hoes complain but it's doesn't matter Ive been in the gym and this ass got fatter This nigga play with sticks like he Harry Potter Boy f*ck yo offer I got a couple son I foster Got em seeing red, finna cook em like Lobster Showing fake love, niggas hate when you prosper But when you make it big they supporting you after When this pen hit the paper, this that inky flow Before I put the tip back in, I use my pinky though This tongue is long but you gone love this slinky though The way these niggas got it twisted you would think they sew I think he slow for thinking that I didn't know I gotta keep it honest with you, not the type to troll He hate my guts but he still see me when he scroll If he ain't got the same drive then he gots to go Like (Beep beep) Steering wheel in my left hand Roll it up, hit the joint from my right hand How the f*ck you gone tell me who's the right man When you're the one who was fucking on his right hand Make em feel it, put that leg up on the nightstand Ion know why these niggas got you hype man Cause honestly I ain't never need a hype man Heard me talk my shit and now he thinking I'm his type man