Ain’t My Type

Lyrics

[Intro] (Mike Mixer is in the building) Be quiet (Let the band play) Rat I don't get along with no rat Can't no rat hang around here on my block Can't no rat survive over here Pussy boy [Chorus] Glenwood Road, dog (Road, dog), where my hood at (Hood at) Lil' baby pussy stink, go and douche that I wore my Balenciaga today with my Nikes on Don't give a fuck 'bout what they think, I got my ice on (Ice) Bling, blaow, I hurt they ears, I hurt they eyes, dog (Ice) Ooh, wow, I stroked her good with my pipe, dog (Come here, come here) Hell nah, that bitch was ugly, she ain't my type, dog (Hell nah, uh-uh) Nothin' that I like, dog (What, nigga?) [Verse] Go 'head with all that bullshit You always tryna get some more just like a hood bitch And every time you in the mall, you just be lookin' And every summer, spring, fall, you just be fuckin' You ain't 'bout no money I get tall in the sheets Won't lock jaw with no freak Wipe my balls on her sheet I'm a dog, that's a yeet They say, "Snapchat me that pussy" She on the 'Gram, but in real life, that ho be musty Ho kids so bad, they play football and they be cussin' H-Dawg, don't beef 'cause shit get ugly This an SF90 'Rari, we get money Your bum ass searchin' for dollars, you a junkie (Old broke ass) [Chorus] Glenwood Road, dog (Road, dog), where my hood at (Hood at) Lil' baby pussy stink, go and douche that I wore my Balenciaga today with my Nikes on Don't give a fuck 'bout what they think, I got my ice on (Ice) Bling, blaow, I hurt they ears, I hurt they eyes, dog (Ice) Ooh, wow, I stroked her good with my pipe, dog (Come here, come here) Hell nah, that bitch was ugly, she ain't my type, dog (Hell nah, uh-uh) Nothin' that I like, dog (What, nigga?)