Hype Songtext

Bitch, you know you not my type (Type), not my type (Type)
Know I’m sick of that shit when I tell you live yo' life (Life)
Man, I heard that pussy fight (Fight), tryna trife (Trife)
Too one-deep in that shit and I know that it's all hype (Damn)

Ain't no talkin' (Damn, damn), when I'm finna see him
Like yo' fuckin' 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 fuck with a big dog, he a Squidward (I don't know)
And the club got me mixin' hot sauce with my sizzurp (Fuck off)
I'm so twisted, fuck 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 shit 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 [?]

Bitch, 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
Bitch, you know you not my type (Type), not my type (Type)
Know I'm sick of that shit when I tell you live yo' life (Life)
Man, I heard that pussy fight (Fight), tryna trife (Trife)
Too one-deep in that shit and I know that it's all hype (Damn)

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