What Kinda Songtext
(Have you ever been to London?)
Ayy, yeah (Squat made the beat)
Don't you, don't you hate a ol'
Ayy, ol' save a ho
Yeah, ayy
Don't you hate a ol' trickin' ass?
Talking 'bout he in the kitchen ass
Get a bag, nigga, why you out here with your leachin' ass?
Reachin' ass nigga, in my DMs tryna eat my ass
Ayy, yeah (Squat made the beat)
Don't you, don't you hate a ol'
Ayy, ol' save a ho
Yeah, ayy
Don't you hate a ol' trickin' ass?
Talking 'bout he in the kitchen ass
Get a bag, nigga, why you out here with your leachin' ass?
Reachin' ass nigga, in my DMs tryna eat my ass
Freaky ass nigga, ol' peewee ass nigga
Ayy, what type of nigga wear his homeboy shit?
In his baby mama crib, ridin' his baby mama whip
Man what type of nigga tell lies on his dick?
Always runnin' to the 'Gram every time he hit a lick
Yeah
Ninety-five percent of these niggas fake rich
The other fivе percent of thesе niggas all bitch
Like Too $hort said, "Bitches ain't shit"
Ooh, fifty niggas in the section, pushin' hoes down
Sharin' bottles, smokin' hookah, they the hoes now (Yeah)
Know you pussy, I can smell it, pull your clothes down
Store runner, fake stepper, he a whole clown (Yeah)
What type of nigga spend the night with his boys?
You a grown ass man, you a dyke to your boys
Same type of nigga bookin' flights with his boys
In the club takin' pictures, makin' bad bitch noise
Don't you hate a ol' trickin' ass? Talking 'bout he in the kitchen ass
Get a bag, nigga, why you out here with your leachin' ass?
Reachin' ass nigga, in my DMs tryna eat my ass
Freaky ass nigga, ol' peewee ass nigga
Ayy, what type of nigga wear his homeboy shit?
In his baby mama crib, ridin' his baby mama whip
Man what type of nigga tell lies on his dick?
Always runnin' to the 'Gram every time he hit a lick
How you online claimin' bodies all your niggas gettin' touched?
Whole gang outside, still got your chain took
Steady snitchin' on the 'Gram, mad the feds picked you up
At the gas station tryna holla, please, leave me alone
How you dead broke, not a dollar, but got three phones?
Tryna figure out why you flexin' riding in that loan
Your hairline ain't even long, nigga, keep your hat on (Yeah)
What type of nigga beg a rapper for a pic?
In a section full of bitches but ain't tryna fuck shit
You too excited for these niggas, even got the same fit
Buyin' watches for your boys but you say you ain't a trick
Don't you hate a ol' trickin' ass?
Talking 'bout he in the kitchen ass
Get a bag, nigga, why you out here with your leachin' ass?
Reachin' ass nigga, in my DMs tryna eat my ass
Freaky ass nigga, ol' peewee ass nigga
Ayy, what type of nigga wear his homeboy shit?
In his baby mama crib, ridin' his baby mama whip
Man what type of nigga tell lies on his dick?
Always runnin' to the 'Gram every time he hit a lick, ayy
What type of nigga wear his homeboy shit?
In his, in baby mama crib, ridin' his baby mama whip
What, what, what type of nigga tell lies on his dick?
Always runnin' to the 'Gram every time he hit a lick
Ayy, what type of nigga wear his homeboy shit?
In his baby mama crib, ridin' his baby mama whip
Man what type of nigga tell lies on his dick?
Always runnin' to the 'Gram every time he hit a lick
Yeah
Ninety-five percent of these niggas fake rich
The other fivе percent of thesе niggas all bitch
Like Too $hort said, "Bitches ain't shit"
Ooh, fifty niggas in the section, pushin' hoes down
Sharin' bottles, smokin' hookah, they the hoes now (Yeah)
Know you pussy, I can smell it, pull your clothes down
Store runner, fake stepper, he a whole clown (Yeah)
What type of nigga spend the night with his boys?
You a grown ass man, you a dyke to your boys
Same type of nigga bookin' flights with his boys
In the club takin' pictures, makin' bad bitch noise
Don't you hate a ol' trickin' ass? Talking 'bout he in the kitchen ass
Get a bag, nigga, why you out here with your leachin' ass?
Reachin' ass nigga, in my DMs tryna eat my ass
Freaky ass nigga, ol' peewee ass nigga
Ayy, what type of nigga wear his homeboy shit?
In his baby mama crib, ridin' his baby mama whip
Man what type of nigga tell lies on his dick?
Always runnin' to the 'Gram every time he hit a lick
How you online claimin' bodies all your niggas gettin' touched?
Whole gang outside, still got your chain took
Steady snitchin' on the 'Gram, mad the feds picked you up
At the gas station tryna holla, please, leave me alone
How you dead broke, not a dollar, but got three phones?
Tryna figure out why you flexin' riding in that loan
Your hairline ain't even long, nigga, keep your hat on (Yeah)
What type of nigga beg a rapper for a pic?
In a section full of bitches but ain't tryna fuck shit
You too excited for these niggas, even got the same fit
Buyin' watches for your boys but you say you ain't a trick
Don't you hate a ol' trickin' ass?
Talking 'bout he in the kitchen ass
Get a bag, nigga, why you out here with your leachin' ass?
Reachin' ass nigga, in my DMs tryna eat my ass
Freaky ass nigga, ol' peewee ass nigga
Ayy, what type of nigga wear his homeboy shit?
In his baby mama crib, ridin' his baby mama whip
Man what type of nigga tell lies on his dick?
Always runnin' to the 'Gram every time he hit a lick, ayy
What type of nigga wear his homeboy shit?
In his, in baby mama crib, ridin' his baby mama whip
What, what, what type of nigga tell lies on his dick?
Always runnin' to the 'Gram every time he hit a lick
