Type Beat lyrics

[Intro]
(Ah, ah-ah)

[Chorus]
Tell a n*gga around this b*tch to call my bluff, I bet he can't
Right around this b*tch, I got some sh*t that flip a tank
And I'm laughin' at these n*ggas while I pull up to the bank
All these b*tches wanna f*ck because I'm everything you ain't
I'm a dog and n*ggas know, all these guns just ain't for show
Thirty-five hundred for members, only five K for a show
I'm on go and n*ggas know, I'm the one to bring it home
When the members up against it, I'm the one pick up the phone

[Verse]
22nd, that's the block and that b*tch everything but sweet
Don't know why they tryna keep up when we got them n*ggas beat
I'm in L.A. with some bad hoеs, finna go and do some shoppin'
I can't be a b*tch piecе, I'ma always be a problem
Robbin', juggin', n*ggas know what's happenin'
I'ma break a n*gga wrist if I catch him with a Patek
I been up so f*ckin' long, I swear these n*ggas cannot stand it
I ain't no motherf*ckin' rapper, I'm a motherf*cking bandit
Pop me a Tesla, I had to get up in my mode
Still no handouts in this b*tch, it's me and Jock over the stove
And we read the paperwork, n*gga, it's obvious you told
VS1s all through my sh*t, I miss the white gold with the rose (Ah, ah-ah)
[Chorus]
Tell a n*gga around this b*tch to call my bluff, I bet he can't
Right around this b*tch, I got some sh*t that flip a tank
And I'm laughin' at these n*ggas while I pull up to the bank
All these b*tches wanna f*ck because I'm everything you ain't
I'm a dog and n*ggas know, all these guns just ain't for show
Thirty-five hundred for members, only five K for a show
I'm on go and n*ggas know, I'm the one to bring it home
When the members up against it, I'm the one pick up the phone