I’m That Type lyrics

[Intro: BIGBABYGUCCI]
(Y'all know Aztro in the cut)
I'm the type of n*gga to leave him where he's dead

[Chorus: BIGBABYGUCCI]
I'm the type of n*gga get a Prius, put it on twenties (Yeah)
I'm the type of n*gga get a b*tch that get her own money (Okay)
You the type of n*gga walk around and gon' never stunt it (Okay)
You a typin' n*gga in yo' stories, all you do is front me (Stupid)
Band-Aid on my eye, sh*t, I feel like that St. Louis kid (Yeah)
I just bought a Louis handout, ten bands ain't do it, kid (Ain't do it, kid)
You be talkin' 'bout all this crime, I wonder if you could do it big (When I want her)
Last time I seen Baby 5, he had himself a cougar b*tch (Of course, yeah)

[Verse 1: BIGBABYGUCCI]
Last timе I seen Baby 5, he walkin' 'round with that SIG (Burner)
Last time I seen Baby 5, hе f*cked on my lil' baby momma (On my baby momma)
Payin' for her lil' brother, and she doin' hella bumming
That mean that she doin' head, doin' coke, she hella funny (Uh, yeah)
Smoking on these oppers in my blunt, some big Gorilla thunder (Uh, big Gorilla thunder)
b*tch, I'm from the boulevard, you n*ggas are not 1-500 (15)
All these horses in my car, you hear when I'm coming (Hrrrngh)
Crazy girl grab the pack, she stealing my money (Huh)
Nah I ain't feelin' y'all, hop in the jet, I ain't dealin' with y'all (Stupid)
I got so much money, I left this ho with a [?] (Stupid)
Deep in the bag, I hit with the frog eyes, hit with the toes (Stupid)
f*ckin' this b*tch, I'm f*ckin' this b*tch, I take her soul (Are you stupid?)
f*ck it up, f*ck it up, f*ck it up, f*ck it up, f*ck it up, f*ck it up (f*ck it up)
I just left Wells-Fargo, BOA, I f*cked it up (Damn)
Lil' bro mad as f*ck 'cause he can't come f*ck with us (Damn)
I don't even eat no pizza but my blunts is stuffed crust (5)
Lil' n*gga want him a feature, told that boy, "Tough luck" (5)
I'ma go back to Paris, all these damn foreign garments
I'll go broke when I get [?], I'ma make it harden (Yeah)
This the b*tch that talk too much, like step back, like I'm James Harden
But they don't get it
I'm 'boutta f*ck that b*tch, she can't believe that I'm like Ripley (Yeah)
I wanna f*ck yo' b*tch and then I leave, I'm so sh*tty (I'm so—)
I'm finna shoot my shot (Yeah), and I get mad if I miss it (If I miss it)
[Chorus: BIGBABYGUCCI]
I'm the type of n*gga get a Prius, put it on twenties (Put it on twenties)
I'm the type of n*gga get a b*tch that get her own money (Get her own money)
You the type of n*gga walk around and gon' never stunt it (Ain't gon' never stunt it)
You a typin' n*gga in yo' stories, all you do is front me (All you—)
Band-Aid on my eye, sh*t, I feel like that St. Louis kid (We on 'ish)
I just bought a Louis handout, ten bands ain't do it, kid (Ain't do it, kid)
You be talkin' 'bout all this crime, I wonder if you could do it big (When I want her)
Last time I seen Baby 5, he had himself a cougar b*tch (f*ck ya)

[Verse 2: Frais]
Last time that I seen the opps, you know them n*ggas wasn't doin' sh*t (Buh)
Red beam, coolin' kit, shot up his block like we doin' a vid' (Buh-buh-buh)
Know lil' shawty got that stupid neck, she always talking sh*t
Type to wear a five-figure fit but I'm gettin' high in the crib (f*ck)
Type to keep a carbon-coated Blick, they wonder how I get in (Frrrah)
Stryker got a twin-turbo kit, I'm finna [?] (Skrrrt)
Syrup in my cup thick as f*ck, remind me of my b*tch (What the fu—?)
Crazy me and GUCCI made it cool to be on that Charlotte sh*t (Damn)
n*ggas love crashing out, they really just some losers (sh*t)
They know we the biggest, if not us then who gon' do it? (Who gon' do it?)
Walk up in that bank, the teller hit me with them numerals (Cash)
He was wolfin' 'bout the Spook and now we pulled up at his funeral (Stupid)
Tryna war with me, I advise you send yo' best hitter (Tryna war with me)
Move yo' family out the states and better keep that vest wit' you
Bulletproof the whip 'cause we be right there in the driveway (Buh)
Put that metal in his face, now that n*gga think he Kanye (Buh-buh-buh, buh-buh-buh)
[Chorus: BIGBABYGUCCI]
I'm the type of n*gga get a Prius, put it on twenties (Put it on twenties)
I'm the type of n*gga get a b*tch that get her own money (Get her own money)
You the type of n*gga walk around and gon' never stunt it (Ain't gon' never stunt it)
You a typin' n*gga in yo' stories, all you do is front me (All you—)
Band-Aid on my eye, sh*t, I feel like that St. Louis kid (We on 'ish)
I just bought a Louis handout, ten bands ain't do it, kid (Ain't do it, kid)
You be talkin' 'bout all this crime, I wonder if you could do it big (When I want her)
Last time I seen Baby 5, he had himself a cougar b*tch