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Peewee Longway

My Type

 

My Type

(Album: Live A Lil - 2022)


(SwagDot, mmm)
My type
Know that shit my type, man
My type of bitch, my type of cash, everything
Huh, why niggas look mad?
Y'all niggas could be happy, man (What the fuck wrong with these niggas, man?)
A nigga like y'all wanna stay down, stay fucked up
What's up? (Go)

'Fore I snitch, I might well drop dead and stop breathing
It's time for fish fries and white bread and more grieving
It's too many real niggas out here with loose hoes like my last case
It's too many new niggas ain't had no hoes, so they skirt chase
A goofy with money don't know what to do with the real paper
I send them steppers, they coming to move it, they real takers
I know money make a baby bills on four hundred babies
Real crack baby, you'd think they Haiti babies
It's too many niggas, they claiming they real, they really cooperating
Snitching and work for the feds for real like they giving out applications
The judge be screaming out so many years, he turned to an asthma patient
Them blue tips took off so many limbs, his mama like, "That my baby?"
I reserved the ICU, they screaming out, "Doctor, he gon' make it"
He got brothers, he got sisters, that's my mama's youngest baby
He his mama baby now, but he was Tay-K with that AK
I'm like Bumpy, I get birds jumping, trap house, make it Nae Nae
I mix fetty with a brick of boy, it's still ten grade A
Watch how you talking, heard they with them boys, snitching, they cooperate
I act like an operator, M-A-T or zero one
Can't reach me now, so call me later, I just pray she be the one
I treat these hoes like Now and Later
Bust the pack and pick the flavor
Lemon squeeze the Terminator
Rats and roach exterminator
Spin on the world like we the equator
Told you, got so many flavors, I'm serving the world like a waiter, no apron
And that's how we trapping, nigga

I told that bitch if she don't get wet like water, she ain't my type
I told my girl to blow be in the Sprinter 'cause that other shit not my type
I just told that bitch I like her, she know she ain't my type
I only like her when I'm geeked and rolling, she know she ain't my type

I put my dick in anything, don't believe the hype
I beat them walls up, that pussy ain't got no fight in it
I'm the sergeant, I'm the general, I'm the lieutenant
I'm the big dog, I'm the Hov with the blueprint
Told my nigga, "Light his soul like an incense"
Homie said, "Fuck parole, I'll go back again"
Revoked the whole time, then I bought my own pen'
Ain't never told on a nigga for a reduced bid
I'll spin again like I'm DJ Whoo Kid
Ain't never been a pig, I do video vids
All these niggas cap so much, I think they work for Lids
I done made a cap so much, got zaza just like mid
If sauce make a bitch walk, I'm the kid did
You wanna see a dead body? Go and get the SIG
Snitches drop a lot of salt, don't talk 'bout what you did
I call the lil' bitch gargle mouth, she sucked up all my kids
Christian Dior drip, but I spent two racks on a wig
Rest in peace to Flippa, yeah, my steppers still my wig
Ayy, I put pointers in my Carti', twenty racks on my eyelid
My lil' bitch like be a Barbie, she running 'round the lobby
Perky baby, arch it, baby, couldn't tell no nobody
Forgis, I don't do Rucci coochie, skrrt-skrrt on the 'Rari
Send your addy, watch me wrap it, ship it, touchdown come tomorrow
In the pot, I make it skrrt-skrrt, yeah, the brick taste calamari
Told that bitch to hit my phone, frrt, I'm the real deal
She ask me what I'm booted on, this a real pill
I went Johnny Dang crying jewels, that's a half a mill'
I went Wafi like a damn fool, spent a couple mill'
Told 'em Birkin bag the tote, Bottega slides on the shoes
Young nigga COVID mad, spin the block again, make the news, hit it

I told that bitch if she don't get wet like water, she ain't my type
I told my girl to blow be in the Sprinter 'cause that other shit not my type
I just told that bitch I like her, she know she ain't my type
I only like her when I'm geeked and rolling, she know she ain't my type

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