Hitkidd feat. Aleza, Slimeroni, Gloss Up and K Carbon Lyrics
"You The Type"

(Hitkidd, what it do, man?)
These hoes ain't even on shit
Weak-ass hoes
You know what the fuck goin' on
Yeah (Yung Swerve)
You the type of bitch ain't got no bottle, bitch (lame-ass ho)
You the type of bitch ain't got no dollars, bitch (Haha)
Ayy, ho

You the type of bitch that don't be buyin' bottles in the club
You the type of bitch that's buddy, askin' niggas, "Where my hug?"
You the type of bitch that's really nice as hell, but tryna mug
And I'm the type of bitch that be outside your house like, "Ho, what's up?"
You the type of bitch that don't be buyin' bottles in the club
You the type of bitch that's buddy, askin' niggas, "Where my hug?"
You the type of bitch that's really nice as hell, but tryna mug
And I'm the type of bitch that be outside your house like, "Ho, what's up?"

You the type of bitch to let the nigga ride all in your car (skrrt, hahaha)
Niggas can't get shit from me, won't even buy 'em a cigar (I better not)
You be claimin' you unbothered, make accounts just to lurk (bitch)
Claimin' that your drip is real and got that print pressed on a shirt (weak-ass ho)

See, I'm the type of bitch that pop out cute when I get ready (when I get ready)
And you the type of bitch be wearin' bundles that be sheddin' (your shit be sheddin')
He poured his lil' heart out in my text, I never read it (I never read it)
See, I just like to break 'em, I don't care 'bout what he textin' (ayy, Gloss Up, bitch)

You the type of bitch that play side bitch to your baby daddy (how?)
I'm the type to beat my BD for doin' all that cappin'
I'm the type of bitch that get money and, yes, I'm with the shit too (I am)
He love this toxic chocolate, on me bad just like some vodoo (uh-huh)

I'm that type of bitch, I want your nigga, I'll come snatch him (I'll come take him)
Now she mad about her nigga, na-na, come get him back then
At my shows strapped and shit, a hundred shots up in this backpack (a hundred rounds)
Can't get caught up by his bitch, so he still hit me through his Snapchat (yeah, his Snap)

You the type of bitch that don't be buyin' bottles in the club
You the type of bitch that's buddy, askin' niggas, "Where my hug?"
You the type of bitch that's really nice as hell, but tryna mug
And I'm the type of bitch that be outside your house like, "Ho, what's up?"
You the type of bitch that don't be buyin' bottles in the club
You the type of bitch that's buddy, askin' niggas, "Where my hug?"
You the type of bitch that's really nice as hell, but tryna mug
And I'm the type of bitch that be outside your house like, "Ho, what's up?"

Ol' "I don't really do this" goin' live-ass hoes (yeah, aight)
Layin' with a broke nigga, ol' tired-ass hoes, ayy (tired-ass hoes)
You the type of bitch who never leave when he go cheat (what?)
I might flirt and do my dirt, I bet he still gon' rub my feet, bitch (no cap)

Move comfortably (comfortable)
Anywhere I go, bitches done started me
Her nigga beat
Bein' corny, I'm the only ten he see (I'm his Tennessee)
He tryna buy Hennessy, want D'USSE, bad bitch energy
You gotta be kiddin' me if you thinkin' that my time free

Hatin' ho, sit over there
You ain't in my circle 'cause you a square (ho)
Don't wanna be a lame ho
Come on, baby, pull up a chair (come here)
Whoop who? When? Where? (What?)
Drop the pin, bitch, we there (we there)
You the type to say you wanna fight, but, bitch, you pullin' hair (what?)

I'm the type of bitch bitches hate 'cause they can't fuck with me (they can't fuck with me)
These bitches just playin' tough, they won't try they luck with me (they won't get tough with me)
I ain't tusslin' with no ho, ain't no ho gettin' rough with me (the fuck?)
Prefer the niggas with the money 'cause it be the bucks for me (it be the bucks)

It be the type of bitch that don't be buyin' bottles in the club
You the type of bitch that's buddy, askin' niggas, "Where my hug?"
You the type of bitch that's really nice as hell, but tryna mug
And I'm the type of bitch that be outside your house like, "Ho, what's up?"
You the type of bitch that don't be buyin' bottles in the club
You the type of bitch that's buddy, askin' niggas, "Where my hug?"
You the type of bitch that's really nice as hell, but tryna mug
And I'm the type of bitch that be outside your house like, "Ho, what's up?"