I’m The Type lyrics

[Intro]
Okay
Lil Uzi Vert (Tan, too geeked goddamn, I'm in this b*tch, like damn), (Ayy, let me hear that ho, Jeff)
Yeah, woah

[Chorus]
Molly sand tan, too geeked goddamn
I’ma f*ck your b*tch then bust these bands (Woah)
I'ma bust a Perc', don’t bust no Xans (Woah)
You ain't bust that b*tch, so you f*cked your hand
Delirious, suck me up like quicksand
Can't take her serious, she f*cked my mans
Same way that I tuck my FN, same way a stripper gon' tuck her bands
Pulled up new Bentley, this not a Lexus
Let my di*k spit right there, where her tracks is
Can't suck my di*k, 'cause your breath smell like ashes
I ain't f*ck the b*tch, 'cause the ho smell like catfish
Put a shoestring, right there, where the TEC is
I’ll leave your body right there, where the steps is
I’m the type n*gga that'll call your mom, mom, and when it’s prime time put my di*k in your step-sis' (Bye)

[Verse 1]
One-zero, zero, comma, zero
Zero, zero, zero, comma, comma, where the check is
One-zero, zero, comma, zero
Zero, zero, zero, comma, comma, where the check is
Blrr, Chickenhead
I ain't even know where her neck is
Blrr, Chickenhead
I ain't even know where her neck is
And I just be flexin’ the bestest
I can blend in with pedestrian
Triple stack up that girl, I'm a sex trip
She had real lip gloss, so look like a [?] lip
[Pre-Chorus]
Blrr, birds callin', birds callin' (Hello?)
Blrr, birds callin', birds callin' (Let's go)
Blrr, birds callin', birds callin' (Woah)
Blrr, birds callin', birds callin' (Woah)
Blrr, birds callin', birds callin' (Yeah)
Blrr, birds callin', birds callin' (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Molly sand tan, too geeked goddamn
I'ma f*ck your b*tch then bust these bands
I'ma bust a Perc', don't bust no Xans
You ain't bust that b*tch, so you f*cked your hand
Delirious, suck me up like quicksand
Can't take her serious, she f*cked my man (My man)
Same way that I tuck my FN, same way a stripper gon' tuck her bands
Pulled up new Bentley, this not a Lexus
Let my di*k spit right there, where her tracks is
Can't suck my di*k 'cause your breath smell like ashes
I ain't f*ck the b*tch 'cause the ho smell like catfish
Put a shoestring right there, where the TEC is
I'll leave your body right there, where the steps is (No)
I'm the type n*gga that'll call your mom, mom, and when it's prime time put my di*k in your step-sis'

[Verse 2]
Blrr, five drums, six trumpets (Trumpets, six trumpets)
Blrr, supply the trap with clean money
Um, yellow diamond, electricity just like Pika'
Pink and white Air Force, it look like it Easter
Eat the pus*y, if it got Alopecia (Bye)
Too much seasonin', don't need Paprika (Let's go)
Patek Philippe, yeah, I ball like Bautista
Walk with the bands, but I might swipe my Visa
Foreign lil' b*tch, and she don't got a Visa
f*ck her so good, she feel it in her Femur
All my chain they too cold, can't get a fever
Monkey b*tch, jump on my di*k like a Lemur
I can not wife, I heard they, um, just teamed her
I'm on her face, like that sh*t Neutrogena
[Pre-Chorus]
Blrr, birds callin', birds callin'
Blrr, birds callin', birds callin' (Callin')
Blrr, birds callin', birds callin'
Blrr, birds callin', birds callin'

[Chorus]
Molly sand tan, too geeked goddamn
I'ma f*ck your b*tch then bust these bands
I'ma bust a Perc', don't bust no Xans (Yeah, yeah)
You ain't bust that b*tch, so you f*cked your hand
Delirious, suck me up like quicksand
Can't take her serious, she f*cked my man
Same way that I tuck my FN, same way a stripper gon' tuck her bands (Lil Uzi)
Pull up new Bentley, this not a Lexus
Let my di*k spit right there, where her tracks is
Can't suck my di*k 'cause your breath smell like ashes
I ain't f*ck the b*tch 'cause the ho smell like catfish
Put a shoestring right there, where the TEC is
I'll leave your body right there, where the steps is
I'm the type n*gga that'll call your mom, mom, and when it's prime time put my di*k in your step-sis'