You The Type lyrics

[Intro]
(Hitkidd, what it do, man?)
These hoes ain't even on sh*t
Weak-ass hoes
You know what the f*ck goin' on
Yeah (Yung Swerve)
You the type of b*tch ain't got no bottle, b*tch (Lame-ass ho)
You the type of b*tch ain't got no dollars, b*tch (Haha)
Ayy, ho

[Chorus: K Carbon, Slimeroni, Aleza & Gloss Up]
You the type of b*tch that don't be buyin' bottles in the club
You the type of b*tch that's buddy, askin' n*ggas, "Where my hug?"
You the type of b*tch that's really nice as hell, but tryna mug
And I'm the type of b*tch that be outside your house like, "Ho, what's up?"
You the type of b*tch that don't be buyin' bottles in the club
You thе type of b*tch that's buddy, askin' n*ggas, "Where my hug?"
You thе type of b*tch that's really nice as hell, but tryna mug
And I'm the type of b*tch that be outside your house like, "Ho, what's up?"

[Verse 1: Slimeroni]
You the type of b*tch to let the n*gga ride all in your car (Skrrt, hahaha)
n*ggas can't get sh*t from me, won't even buy 'em a cigar (I better not)
You be claimin' you unbothered, make accounts just to lurk (b*tch)
Claimin' that your drip is real and got that print pressed on a shirt (Weak-ass ho)
[Verse 2: Aleza & Gloss Up]
See, I'm the type of b*tch that pop out cute when I get ready (When I get ready)
And you the type of b*tch be wearin' bundles that be sheddin' (Your sh*t be sheddin')
He poured his lil' heart out in my text, I never read it (I never read it)
See, I just like to break 'em, I don't care 'bout what he textin' (Ayy, Gloss Up, b*tch)

[Verse 3: Gloss Up]
You the type of b*tch that play side b*tch to your baby daddy (How?)
I'm the type to beat my BD for doin' all that cappin'
I'm the type of b*tch that get money and, yes, I'm with the sh*t too (I am)
He love this toxic chocolate, on me bad just like some vodoo (Uh-huh)

[Verse 4: K Carbon]
I'm that type of b*tch, I want your n*gga, I'll come snatch him (I'll come take him)
Now she mad about her n*gga, na-na, come get him back then
At my shows strapped and sh*t, a hundred shots up in this backpack (A hundred rounds)
Can't get caught up by his b*tch, so he still hit me through his Snapchat (Yeah, his Snap)

[Chorus: K Carbon, Slimeroni, Aleza & Gloss Up]
You the type of b*tch that don't be buyin' bottles in the club
You the type of b*tch that's buddy, askin' n*ggas, "Where my hug?"
You the type of b*tch that's really nice as hell, but tryna mug
And I'm the type of b*tch that be outside your house like, "Ho, what's up?"
You the type of b*tch that don't be buyin' bottles in the club
You the type of b*tch that's buddy, askin' n*ggas, "Where my hug?"
You the type of b*tch that's really nice as hell, but tryna mug
And I'm the type of b*tch that be outside your house like, "Ho, what's up?"
[Verse 5: Slimeroni]
Ol' "I don't really do this" goin' live-ass hoes (Yeah, aight)
Layin' with a broke n*gga, ol' tired-ass hoes, ayy (Tired-ass hoes)
You the type of b*tch who never leave when he go cheat (What?)
I might flirt and do my dirt, I bet he still gon' rub my feet, b*tch (No cap)

[Verse 6: Aleza]
Move comfortably (Comfortable)
Anywhere I go, b*tches done started me
Her n*gga beat
Bein' corny, I'm the only ten he see (I'm his Tennessee)
He tryna buy Hennessy, want D'USSÉ, bad b*tch energy
You gotta be kiddin' me if you thinkin' that my time free

[Verse 7: Gloss Up]
Hatin' ho, sit over there
You ain't in my circle 'cause you a square (Ho)
Don't wanna be a lame ho
Come on, baby, pull up a chair (Come here)
Whoop who? When? Where? (What?)
Drop a pin, b*tch, we there (We there)
You the type to say you wanna fight, but, b*tch, you pullin' hair (What?)

[Verse 8: K Carbon]
I'm the type of b*tch b*tches hate 'cause they can't f*ck with me (They can't f*ck with me)
These b*tches just playin' tough, they won't try they luck with me (They won't get tough with me)
I ain't wrestlin' with no ho, ain't no ho gettin' rough with me (The f*ck?)
Prefer the n*ggas with the money 'cause it be the bucks for me (It be the bucks)
[Chorus: K Carbon, Slimeroni, Aleza & Gloss Up]
You the type of b*tch that don't be buyin' bottles in the club
You the type of b*tch that's buddy, askin' n*ggas, "Where my hug?"
You the type of b*tch that's really nice as hell, but tryna mug
And I'm the type of b*tch that be outside your house like, "Ho, what's up?"
You the type of b*tch that don't be buyin' bottles in the club
You the type of b*tch that's buddy, askin' n*ggas, "Where my hug?"
You the type of b*tch that's really nice as hell, but tryna mug
And I'm the type of b*tch that be outside your house like, "Ho, what's up?"