Type A N***a

(Maybach Music)

Ayy, turn up, jit, I'm 'bout to spazz on this ****

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

Yo, yo, hey (Maybach Music)

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

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

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

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

I'm the type ****

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 just like Iraq

Say they wanna try that 'til they slip up and 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 fifteen

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 ****, 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 **** always got some motion

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm the type **** (Uh), I own sixty watches

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

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 (Woo)

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

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

I'm that type **** to paint a hundred Chevys (Woo)

I'll paint my **** like your **** just to be so petty (Hahaha)

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 **** always got some motion

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

I'm the type **** 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 **** 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 **** get me **** (Ooh)

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

I told 'em this **** large, stripper **** 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, **** hit in the dark, uh (Baow)

I got these rappers doin' everything 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 **** always got some motion

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

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

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

I'm that type ****

Ain't never told, never fold

Yeah, I'm that type ****

Hit the road, get it sold

****, I'm that type ****

Won't never see me tuck my chain

I'm that type ****

Before I go, I leave a stain

(Maybach Music)