Type A N***a

(Maybach Music)

Ay, tighten up, jit, I'm 'bout to spazz on this bitch

I'm 'bout to go crazy, ****, check this out

(Maybach Music) yo, yo, ay

I'm the type of **** always got some motion

I done done it all, hustle, fraud, window pokin'

I'm the type of **** always got some paper

Do the spin a block, in and out, pullin' capers

I'm the type of ****

Won't hit the club without my tool like I got license, ****

'Bout forty thousand worth of jewels, I ain't gon' fight you, ****

But I'm gon' knuck, and I'm gon' bust, and I'm gon' strike you, ****

I make one call to my vato, I get my packs delivered

I bleed the streets, get off that load and overnight the skrilla

Put on that ski, cut on that stove, and work that vacuum sealer

I seen the realest **** fold just like action figures

You better ask them ****, I'm like that

Did me a lil' bid and I came right back

This my trap, Saint Petersburg, Florida, this bitch Iraq

**** wanna try that 'til they pussy ass get fired at

Same **** who talkin' see me, head out, ran a five flat

I ain't lied yet (****, what you mean?)

I'ma go all in if it's 'bout that cash, I'ma chase that bag

I'ma get this cheese (that's right)

Low price if we talkin' ice, get bricks of clean for like 15

When you bust 'em out the wrapper (what's that?)

Smell just like gasoline (on God)

I ain't never had a fiend, now I'm tied like the cartel

To my bitches, I'm a player, to my city, I'm the mayor

Swear to God, need a new doctor, boy, them scripts'll make you rich

Last one got caught with one-point-nine million when they blitzed

True story

I'm the type of **** always got some motion

I done done it all, hustle, fraud, window pokin' (huh)

I'm the type of **** always got some paper

Do the spin a block, in and out, pullin' capers (huh, Maybach Music)

I'm the type of **** screamin' fuck your feelings

Fifty million, mansion pillars with the tallest ceilings (uh)

I'm that type of ****, every day, I'm goin' viral

They think I'm sellin' powder, youngest **** on the island (whoo!)

I'm the type of **** (uh), I own 60 watches

I'll leave 'em in the boxes like they do Huaraches

Certain type of **** who names'll never die (boobie)

We killin' every time, we'll leave them lames petrified (black)

Once you cross the line, ain't nothin' we can rectify (Boss)

I'm flippin' fish filets to gift my **** extra fries (whoo!)

I'm that type of **** who won't wear no lotion

See me steppin' with my weapon while the pistol smokin' (brrt)

I'm that type of **** to paint a hundred Chevys (whoo!)

I'll paint my shit like your shit just to be so petty

Been the type of **** (huh), who mind on the money (huh)

If he steppin' outta line, he dyin' on a Sunday (Lord)

I'm the type of **** always got some motion

I done done it all, hustle, fraud, window pokin'

I'm the type of **** always got some paper (never)

Do the spin a block, in and out, pullin' capers (ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, speaker)

I'm the type to loaf your wife and fuck your baby mama (ugh)

Bought so many, I made the plug change the price on numbers (speak)

I'm in Florida with iguanas, you play, them gators comin' (go)

I'm really tied in with some Z's, yeah, them Haitian Zombies

Ah, she like to ride with the chopper, she my type, that shit get me hard (ooh)

I done got out my body, poppin' a whatcha-call-it, see me tomorrow

I told 'em this shit large, stripper bitch treat me like God

Play her part (hey), I can tell if you a trapper or a fraud (yeah)

Cybertruck got a mind of its own (how?), put itself in park, uh (skrrt)

I got the type of ice, don't need no light, shit hit in the dark, uh (baow)

I got these rappers doin' everythin' I do, I'm makin' a mark (I stamp it)

The type of **** come kick the door down

Take somethin' 'fore I starve (hey, speak, Bagg)

I'm the type of **** always got some motion

I done done it all, hustle, fraud, window pokin'

I'm the type of **** always got some paper

Do the spin a block, in and out, pullin' capers

I'm that type of ****

Ain't never told, never fold

Yeah, I'm that type of ****

Hit the road, get it sold

Ho, I'm that type of ****

Won't never see me tuck my chain

I'm that type of ****

Before I go, I leave a stain

(Maybach Music)