Hype lyrics

[Intro]
(Anti)
(​jackpott)
Oh

[Chorus]
b*tch, I heard you got whore days more than you got your day
You know I'm cold
Them diamonds sittin’ on top it like a poor fade
You know I'm raw
I cannot do no more for you, you did me wrong
No, I'm an enemy to you, but you know my side
b*tch, you know you not my type (Type), not my type (Type)
Know I’m sick of that sh*t when I tell you live yo' life (Life)
Man, I heard that pus*y fight (Fight), tryna trife (Trife)
Too one-deep in that sh*t and I know that it's all hype (Damn)

[Verse]
Ain't no talkin' (Damn, damn), when I'm finna see him
Like yo' f*ckin' daddy, boy, I’m finna beat him
Boy, I’m finna clean him
Boy, I got the steamer
Where that boy at? Ain't nobody seen him
Cryin’ 'cause I'm on the road, on the road
Tell me who else go and get thеm bands, I don't know
Sixteen, I hit a lick, mother lode
And evеn when I was a broke, I ain’t love a ho
Come f*ck with a big dog, he a Squidward (I don't know)
And the club got me mixin' hot sauce with my sizzurp (f*ck off)
I'm so twisted, f*ck around and text her I missed her (Missed her)
Stank ho tryna undo my zipper
Tell me—, tell me when to drop in
I come through and pop sh*t
I'm geekin', what am I in?
I think the drugs got me
You go down that one-way and turn around, probably
He don't really want it, we'll wipe him [?]
[Chorus]
b*tch, I heard you got whore days more than you got your day
You know I'm cold
Them diamonds sittin' on top it like a poor fade
You know I'm raw
I cannot do no more for you, you did me wrong
No, I'm an enemy to you, but you know my side
b*tch, you know you not my type (Type), not my type (Type)
Know I'm sick of that sh*t when I tell you live yo' life (Life)
Man, I heard that pus*y fight (Fight), tryna trife (Trife)
Too one-deep in that sh*t and I know that it's all hype (Damn)

[Outro]
Cryin' 'cause I'm on the road, on the road
Tell me who else go and get them bands, I don't know
Sixteen, I hit a lick, mother lode
And even when I was a broke, I ain't love a ho