The Type lyrics

[Intro: Wizz Havin]
Yeah, n*gga, ayy, yeah
(Gentle Beatz)
n*gga
Mhm, yeah, n*gga, uh

[Chorus: Wizz Havinn]
I'm the type of n*gga that she like, yeah
I'm the type of n*gga come out, all my ice on
I'm the type of n*gga you can bet your life on
I got off my ass, then I got right on
Ain't talkin' 'bout a bag, you can't call my phone
I ran up a bag trappin' off an iPhone
Stealin' swag, gotta call these n*ggas my clones
In somethin' fast, crackers hit the lights, I'm gone

[Verse 1: Wizz Havinn]
I'm that motherf*ckin' n*gga that they talkin' 'bout
Say it's smoke, pus*y n*gga, we can spark it out
Yeah, movin' dope, I'm that n*gga that connect the dots
In the pot with my wrist, I'ma stretch it out
n*gga, you ain't gon' blow your pole, so why your weapon out?
I'm knowin' you a ho, so what you yеllin' 'bout?
She tryna f*ck me for the cheesе, but I ain't givin' out
Broke-ass n*gga got no cheese, he a silly guy
[Chorus: Wizz Havinn]
I'm the type of n*gga that she like, yeah
I'm the type of n*gga come out, all my ice on
I'm the type of n*gga you can bet your life on
I got off my ass, then I got right on
Ain't talkin' 'bout a bag, you can't call my phone
I ran up a bag trappin' off an iPhone
Stealin' swag, gotta call these n*ggas my clones
In somethin' fast, crackers hit the lights, I'm gone

[Verse 2: NoCap]
Say I'm the type to f*ck a cougar b*tch and call her Sandra
I'm the type who gon' go public with a private dancer, ayy
I'm the type, you make a diss about me, we'll turn you dust, ayy
All these f*ckin' Audemars, I feel like Elon Musk, ayy
I might go cop a Richard, dependin' on how mad I get
And way before I linked with Wizz, boy, I was havin' sh*t
All my hoes come different colors like these hollow tips
I can't forget about that struggle, that's what made a n*gga
World up in a n*gga palm, city in my pocket
Scared to pay my n*gga bond 'cause them people watchin'
You gotta put it to my temple, my heart just way too big to run
That Rolex presidential with a red face like Donald Trump
They think I'm Usain Bolt how quick I run through a hundred
I ain't tryna kill no hater, I just f*ck his baby mama
I rock Who Decides War like a terrorist, Obama
It be all in shawty eyes, I can tell that she want me, huh, huh
[Chorus: Wizz Havinn]
I'm the type of n*gga that she like, yeah
I'm the type of n*gga come out, all my ice on
I'm the type of n*gga you can bet your life on
I got off my ass, then I got right on
Ain't talkin' 'bout a bag, you can't call my phone
I ran up a bag trappin' off an iPhone
Stealin' swag, gotta call these n*ggas my clones
In somethin' fast, crackers hit the lights, I'm gone

[Outro: NoCap]
I'm the type of n*gga come out, all my ice on