Real Type lyrics

[Intro]
Al Geno on the track

[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
You the type of n*gga who go out sad, turn down them hormones
I'm the type, gon' make her suck it until she hurt her jawbone
You gon' drop that sh*t to make 'em go shoot out that car, huh?
And I'ma drop that sh*t and make a n*gga go and walk down
I'm the type of n*gga to drop a three inside a styrofoam
You the type of n*ggas that be tryna go through that ho iPhone
You the type of n*ggas say free your bros, ain't even buy a phone
I'ma throw some sh*t, make strippers wanna turn that Live on
You the type, yeah, you the type, yeah, you the type (Yeah, yeah)
I'm thе type, yeah, I'm the typе, yeah, I'm the type (Yeah, yeah)
She the type, yeah, she the type that, she the type that
If it's smoke, n*gga'll die about it, but he the type that be the type

[Verse 1: Rylo Rodriguez]
You the type of n*gga say free your bros, won't even buy a lawyer
You the type of n*gga that see your opps and wanna start recordin'
You the type of n*gga who'll get the ups and won't even hit the target
I'm the type who can't get the gun in, then I ain't goin' in the party
You the type of n*gga who gon' blow her phone up, you know, she with me
I'm the type, gon' make her press the moon, go on DND
I'm the type, take a sl*t to the room, no Airbnb
You the type meet a sl*t and you a groom, and you on one knee
I know every young n*gga havin' motion if they 'round me
f*ck the system, hope they free all the bros in the county
That pistol in my pants, I'm the type to treat it like a glizzy
You the type of n*gga that be tryna fall out 'bout these b*tches (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
You the type of n*gga who go out sad, turn down them hormones
I'm the type, gon' make her suck it until she hurt her jawbone
You gon' drop that sh*t to make 'em go shoot out that car, huh?
And I'ma drop that sh*t and make a n*gga go and walk down
I'm the type of n*gga to drop a three inside a styrofoam
You the type of n*ggas that be tryna go through that ho iPhone
You the type of n*ggas say free your bros, ain't even buy a phone
I'ma throw some sh*t, make strippers wanna turn that Live on
You the type, yeah, you the type, yeah, you the type (Yeah, yeah)
I'm the type, yeah, I'm the type, yeah, I'm the type (Yeah, yeah)
She the type, yeah, she the type that, she the type that
If it's smoke, n*gga'll die about it, but he the type that be the type

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Yeah, I'm the type to make sure all the bros got lawyers if they ain't told
I'm the type where if the rappin' ain't work, I'd still be sellin' lows
I'm the type, got foreigns in the garage that still ain't touch the road
I'm the type of rapper you don't wanna troll, you the type to get exposed
I'm the type to touch a thousand bricks, never play with my nose
I'm the type to f*ck her and her friend and never tell a soul
I'm so the type to pick her up in Rolls and send a Uber home
Eat, sleep, or creep, don't miss a beat, that's what the shooters on
I'm the type to act like it's alright then get him wiped (Slatt)
You the type to act like you a opp, knowin' you ain't like that
Penny pinchin' peons, hope you n*ggas paid your taxes
You the type to never have it with you, really catfish
[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
You the type of n*gga who go out sad, turn down them hormones
I'm the type, gon' make her suck it until she hurt her jawbone
You gon' drop that sh*t to make 'em go shoot out that car, huh?
And I'ma drop that sh*t and make a n*gga go and walk down
I'm the type of n*gga to drop a three inside a styrofoam
You the type of n*ggas that be tryna go through that ho iPhone
You the type of n*ggas say free your bros, ain't even buy a phone
I'ma throw some sh*t, make strippers wanna turn that Live on
You the type, yeah, you the type, yeah, you the type (Yeah, yeah)
I'm the type, yeah, I'm the type, yeah, I'm the type (Yeah, yeah)
She the type, yeah, she the type that, she the type that
If it's smoke, n*gga'll die about it, but he the type that be the type