lirik lagu lil durk, chief wuk & only the family - i'm the type
[intro]
(k!ll ’em, shui)
[chorus: chief wuk]
walk up, push a n~gga sh~t back, we invented that
real n~gga, i ain’t with the trollin’ on the internet
i’m the type bump into you, see if you really into that
been certified before a ig, f~ck that blue check
i’m the type turn into the plug from the middle man
i’m the type front you what you buy, i might double that
i’m the type lampin’ at the crib where your mama at
i’m the type have your baby mama bring a hundred pack
[verse 1: lil durk]
baow~baow, chicka~chicka, you think i wasn’t get you, did you?
share locations, get up up him close, it make his mental wiggle
i was fightin’ attempt, i went to court, threw up my middle finger
thug life, hit him with that h~llcat, he suge knight
drink a eight of wock’ up, put my glock up, then goodnight
i can’t pop outside without my gun, n~gga, then goodnight
you the type of n~gga to let your mans die and don’t slide
i’m the type of n~gga to pop up late, i been here nine times
threat him, run up on him, baow, i’m the messenger
foenem steady tweakin’ off them drugs, they poppin’ teslas
pop his ass, then wonder, “did i really f~ck my blessin’ up?”
god, you know he made do it, he tweakin’ like we ain’t into it, n~gga
[chorus: chief wuk]
walk up, push a n~gga sh~t back, we invented that
real n~gga, i ain’t with the trollin’ on the internet
i’m the type bump into you, see if you really into that
been certified before a ig, f~ck that blue check
i’m the type turn into the plug from the middle man
i’m the type front you what you buy, i might double that
i’m the type lampin’ at the crib where your mama at
i’m the type have your baby mama bring a hundred pack
[verse 2: chief wuk]
i’m the type of n~gga pop out with the glock, i let the switch talk
turn into v. roy while i’m on them hits, lettin’ the whole clip off
these n~gga p~ssy, man, these n~ggas baby food, these n~ggas really soft
got me to the toughest n~gga in the room, i want the big dog
i’m a real n~gga goin’ on them things, i ain’t never froze
real n~gga sittin’ in the cell, i ain’t never told
i’m the type of n~gga have your main b~tch out here dumpin’ loads
f~ck her in a trap, that b~tch got naked walkin’ past them ‘bows
gotta cop the whole four~four~eight ’cause i ain’t sellin’ os
addicted to this cash, hood pharmacist, i don’t never close
i don’t give a f~ck, rob who? p~ssy, get k!lled
put this glock on your b~tch~ass, then switch clips
[chorus: chief wuk]
walk up, push a n~gga sh~t back, we invented that
real n~gga, i ain’t with the trollin’ on the internet
i’m the type bump into you, see if you really into that
been certified before a ig, f~ck that blue check
i’m the type turn into the plug from the middle man
i’m the type front you what you buy, i might double that
i’m the type lampin’ at the crib where your mama at
i’m the type have your baby mama bring a hundred pack
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