I don't got no type, foenem come through swing them pipes
I'm finna pull that fuck boy card, I'ma have to show him how we swipe
If he talk out his mouth then his ass got stitched, aye
It's reef, bitch
Wanna see what I'm about 'cause the racks just hit
Two bands on the coat, the Moncler came quick
R.I.P Virgil, I don't got a type, but I like that she squirtle
Vocabulary crazy as fuck, I'm playing wordle
Volatile hoes, they be physical then verbal
Mudslide cup, boy the drank dirty myrtle
I'm just living life
And let my momma tell it, cracker, I ain't living right (no)
I don't got a type, I just can't be 'round losers
You don't gotta type, boy get off of the computer
Compact 9. fucked up with a ruger
Old money, call my wallet a boomer
Came out the womb as a late, late bloomer
Titties on the chop, I guess it came with a tumour
Know some dudes that'll die 'bout a rumour
You don't got no proof, pack that shit up and move it
What you doing 'bout a check?
What you doing if I call upon yo hoe to give me neck?
What you doing rocking vests?
We ain't aiming for your chest
Foenem pull up on you knock yo body off then get some rest
Put his stomach in a bag, I don't gotta pop a tag
Not to brag, but I copped out Saks in a minute and a half
You ain't really on my time, I'm a beast
Hop on beats then I feast
You see the mic and wet the sheets
Roro stupid, I'm concluding
I dodge cases, I'm elusive
Run in your house, I'm hella intrusive
She'll drop her panties, just turn on the music
Backdoored the bitch, I done turnt into cupid
Break down the pills boy, the perky secluded
Smoking runtz to the face, they gon' pay me to do it
I'm jumping these hurdles keeping me
R.I.P Virgil, I don't gotta type, but I like if she squirtle
Vocabulary crazy as fuck I'm playing wordle
Volatile hoes, they be physical then verbal
Mudslide cup, boy, the drank dirty myrtle
I'm just living life
And let my momma tell it, cracker, I ain't living right