The Type lyrics

[Intro: Real Boston Richey]
Uh, yeah (DDot cold as a motherf*cker, on God)
Turn me up, P
Uh, tired of n*ggas stealin' my flow
Uh
Uh

[Chorus: Real Boston Richey]
Ayy, n*ggas want that smoke, send them youngins, f*ck it, bombs away
Cut her off 'cause she ain't f*ckin' and the b*tch masquerade
I could say f*ck rap and hit the trap, trap 'bows in Section 8
Know your n*gga cap, I liked your picture, now he blocked my page
They done left a n*gga with his ass out, damn, that n*gga played
n*ggas havin' scraps and wavin' blicks like this a damn parade
I'm the type of n*gga, I up my blick, b*tch, you know I spray
I'm the type, she get love, beat her pus*y, b*tch, you know I pay

[Verse 1: Real Boston Richey]
You the type, your b*tch f*ck another n*gga, you gon' kill the b*tch
I'm the typе, go back to the drawin' board, n*gga, and build a b*tch
I ain't gon' lie, I was in my feelings, dog, but only a little bit
Forgot 'bout a b*tch, my nеw b*tch came through, ate it up and wiggled it
Natural b*tch, ain't got no BBL, but that sh*t jigglin'
n*gga, you broke as f*ck, I'm laughin' to the bank, I'm gigglin'
Bullets hit him up, he went to reactin' like he ticklish
Shoot his beamer up, then double back, then walk down, finish sh*t
I'm a dog-ass n*gga, but she love lil' Boston 'cause I listen
Hit her with that hook, then she stuck just like I'm out here fishin'
Baby, I don't like your mama, wash 'em down just like I'm doin' dishes
b*tch, I ain't like your daddy, I ain't leavin', b*tch, I'ma thug it with you
Rich n*gga in a Caddy filled up with hoes to capacity
Baby girl, I'm way too bad for you just like a cavity
Come through, beat her doonies down every time she mad at me
Keep a couple shooters 'round for them n*ggas that's after me
b*tch, you think I'm dumb, we ain't f*ck, then we ain't done
We ain't f*ck, you gettin' nothin', b*tch, you know that I'm the one
Leave an ugly b*tch on read, buy a bad b*tch a purse
Leave the opposition dead, mama rentin' out a hearse
Tell my youngins to swing some lead, front the older n*ggas Percs
Lil' b*tch fire with the head, but I still can't make it work
Lil' b*tch, I'm a trap n*gga
I told you once before, don't try me like no rap n*gga
[Chorus: Real Boston Richey]
Ayy, n*ggas want that smoke, send them youngins, f*ck it, bombs away
Cut her off 'cause she ain't f*ckin' and the b*tch masquerade
I could say f*ck rap and hit the trap, trap 'bows in Section 8
Know your n*gga cap, I liked your picture, now he blocked my page
They done left a n*gga with his ass out, damn, that n*gga played
n*ggas havin' scraps and wavin' blicks like this a damn parade
I'm the type of n*gga, I up my blick, b*tch, you know I spray
I'm the type, she get love, beat her pus*y, b*tch, you know I pay

[Verse 2: YTB Fatt]
Uh
I'm the type to send a f*ckin' blitz when you're eatin' out with your bae
n*gga, I am the trenches, I get love from GDs in forty states
I'm my own man, it's how I made a f*ckin' M in two hundred days
I ain't been in the hood for a minute, I get all my updates from lil' Trey
Send you flowers and eat your pus*y, rocks in my mouth cost 50K
n*ggas don't wanna do sh*t 'cause the next n*ggas, man, these n*ggas gay
n*ggas don't know how it feel to book a f*ckin' jet to make a play
n*ggas don't know how it feel to get n*ggas' sh*t splat 'cross the wall, on Zai
Four, five, six, seven hundred, n*gga, that's in the safe
These n*ggas home with they dimes for real, don't call me sad, be safe
The cheese I got, I can get you killed, n*gga, it don't matter the state
Been did switches on b*tches, come in all colors, black door, open the gate

[Chorus: Real Boston Richey]
Ayy, n*ggas want that smoke, send them youngins, f*ck it, bombs away
Cut her off 'cause she ain't f*ckin' and the b*tch masquerade
I could say f*ck rap and hit the trap, trap 'bows in Section 8
Know your n*gga cap, I liked your picture, now he blocked my page
They done left a n*gga with his ass out, damn, that n*gga played
n*ggas havin' scraps and wavin' blicks like this a damn parade
I'm the type of n*gga, I up my blick, b*tch, you know I spray
I'm the type, she get love, beat her pus*y, b*tch, you know I pay