Ain't The Type Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Ain't going back and forth with no nigga
I ain't the type
(Ced did this ho)
Ain't going back and forth with no nigga, you know I ain't the type
(NJ stepping harder)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I ain't going back and forth with no nigga, uh-uh, I ain't the type
I'd rather f*ck that ho friend 'cause she ain't my type
Disrespectful street nigga, you know I'm the type
Don't make a move without my gun, you know I ain't the type

[Verse 1]
Walk in the club with all my diamonds on
Just blew a bag because my money long
This thirsty bitch, she think she coming home
Ksoo leave her 'lone
He wanna f*ck and get her gonе
She better not rеcord me on that phone
I don't like pictures, bitch, I ain't the type
Let me nut on your face, that's the shit I like
That chopper changed my mind
f*ck bitches two at time
Let's f*ck with no emotions
Don't try me, bitch, I choke you
She wanna ride with the gang, I told her take an Uber
f*ck all them opp hoes, them hoes be really groupies
Yeah, I know I been that nigga, hop out that car and kill that nigga
Boy, this shit get ugly, nigga, ain't nobody realer, nigga
F&N'll split a nigga, I'm off that west
And if I want it, I buy it, drop that check
She want an ATK nigga, we the best
She wanna get f*cked from the back and wear my chain around her neck

[Chorus]
I ain't going back and forth with no nigga, uh-uh, I ain't the type
I'd rather f*ck that ho friend 'cause she ain't my type
Disrespectful street nigga, you know I'm the type Don't make a move without my gun, you know I ain't the type

[Verse 2]
Foreign cars up in my yard, they think I'm a movie star
And that lil' bitch was running fast but he couldn't make it far
Stop all that acting and bragging
That bitch you loving, I had her
I'm swerving lanes, dodging traffic
Boy, I got by, check my stacks
That lil' ho, she run her mouth, that bitch there ain't my type
Ratchet bitch, she like to argue, she just like to fight
Bitch, I got racks on top of racks, I do the money dance
[?] I know I spend that money, make 'em missing, man
This a real opp party, bring the Glocks out
And all my hitters, they get paid when you pop out
I'm getting twenty for a show just to rock out
[?] brought a bitch to my room, that ho there I don't like
No, I don't like to stick up on a nigga, no, I ain't the type
I book a ho a flight the morning, she leave the same night
A fake flodging ass nigga, that shit ain't my type
That nigga dissing on the gang, he died the same night

[Chorus]
I ain't going back and forth with no nigga, uh-uh, I ain't the type
I'd rather f*ck that ho friend 'cause she ain't my type
Disrespectful street nigga, you know I'm the type
Don't make a move without my gun, you know I ain't the type

[Outro]
I ain't going back and forth with no nigga, uh-uh, I ain't the type
I'd rather f*ck that ho friend 'cause she ain't my type
Disrespectful street nigga, you know I'm the type
Don't make a move without my gun, you know I ain't the type

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