That Ain't My Type

Me and you, we're nothing alike

I'm fuckin' a bad bitch, you fuckin' a dyke

Bust it down tragic, I nutted on her mattress

She lovin' my jewelry, I'm so icy like I'm Jeezy

Five hundred degrees, phone home like Weezy

She just wanna fuck on me, I told her, "Take it easy"

I need Ferragamo for my mommy, whoa, Ke-mo sah-bee

She callin' me papi, she wan' fuck on me inside the lobby

We poppin' the bottle, she got it, got it, forgot about it

Only when we fuckin', I put the pinky in the pussy

I'ma rich Crip, need a rich bitch

Know the bitch from the jungle, she can suck a mean dick

Black lives matter, but you black ass don't matter

Lil' bootys matter, but your breath kickin' like Chun

Look, bitch, my dick way bigger than my ego

Like why Haiti Babii so cocky?

'Cause I got all the bitches like Nemo

And I still get jiggy with the gleeko

But I never put my hands on a bitch

Try to rob me, you get blam for the shit

Try and run, I put money on his head

Diss me, me and mines will fuck your bitch

Believe me, I ain't even gone touch the bitch

I lied, here the video of her suckin' dick

That ain't my type, bitch

Ay, homegirl, let me talk to you for a little bit

That ain't my type, bitch

You make me feel some type of way

Is this your favorite song? Yeah

Then pop your pussy, bitch

Ay, what the fuck is you waiting on?

Drop it for the clap, drop, drop it for the clap

Drop it for the clap, pick it up, you nasty

Drop it for the clap, drop, drop it for the clap

Drop it for the clap, drop, drop it for the clap

Drop it for the clap, drop, drop it for the clap

Drop it for the clap, pick it up, you nasty

Drop it for the clap, pick it up, you nasty

Drop it for the clap, pick it up, you nasty