Ain't The Type - Yungeen Ace

Yeah, yeah

Ain’t going back and forth with no nigga

I ain’t the type

(Ced did this ho)

Ain’t going back and forth with no nigga, you know I ain’t the type

(NJ stepping harder)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I ain’t going back and forth with no nigga, uh-uh, I ain’t the type

I’d rather fuck that ho friend 'cause she ain’t my type

Disrespect a street nigga, you know I’m the type

Don’t make a move without my gun, you know I ain’t the type

Walk in the club with all my diamonds on

Just blew a bag because my money long

This thirsty bitch, she think she coming home

Ksoo leave her 'lone

He wanna fuck and get her gone

She better not record me on that phone

I don’t like pictures, bitch, I ain’t the type

Let me nut on your face, that’s the shit I like

That chopper changed my mind

Fuck bitches two at time

Let’s fuck with no emotions

Don’t try me, bitch, I choke you

She wanna ride with the gang, I told her take an Uber

Fuck all them opp hoes, them hoes be really groupies

Yeah, I know I been that nigga, hop out that car and kill that nigga

Boy, this shit get ugly, nigga, ain’t nobody realer, nigga

F&N'll split a nigga, I’m off that west

And if I want it, I buy it, drop that check

She want an ATK nigga, we the best

She wanna get fucked from the back and wear my chain around her neck

I ain’t going back and forth with no nigga, uh-uh, I ain’t the type

I’d rather fuck that ho friend 'cause she ain’t my type

Disrespectful street nigga, you know I’m the type

Don’t make a move without my gun, you know I ain’t the type

Foreign cars up in my yard, they think I’m a movie star

And that lil' bitch was running fast but he couldn’t make it far

Stop all that acting and bragging

That bitch you loving, I had her

I’m swerving lanes, dodging traffic

Boy, I got by, check my stacks

That lil' ho, she run her mouth, that bitch there ain’t my type

Ratchet bitch, she like to argue, she just like to fight

Bitch, I got racks on top of racks, I do the money dance

They must not know I spend that money, make 'em miss him bad

This a real opp party, bring the Glocks out

And all my hitters, they get paid when you pop out

I’m getting twenty for a show just to rock out

Who brought a bitch to my room, that ho there I don’t like

No, I don’t like to stick up on a nigga, no, I ain’t the type

I booked a ho a flight the morning, she leave the same night

A fake flodging ass nigga, that shit ain’t my type

That nigga dissing on the gang, he died the same night

I ain’t going back and forth with no nigga, uh-uh, I ain’t the type

I’d rather fuck that ho friend 'cause she ain’t my type

Disrespectful street nigga, you know I’m the type

Don’t make a move without my gun, you know I ain’t the type

I ain’t going back and forth with no nigga, uh-uh, I ain’t the type

I’d rather fuck that ho friend 'cause she ain’t my type

Disrespectful street nigga, you know I’m the type

Don’t make a move without my gun, you know I ain’t the type