QUEEN OF TYPE BEATS!

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, woah Yeah, yeah, huh Yeah [Verse] If you ain't heard, I'ma do this Pimp out the Lex', get checks for the music (Grrah) Baddie lil' bitch for the raps, goin' stupid Old friends on my dick, 'cause they wan' be included (Yuh, yeah, yeah) Hollup, shawty got shot by Cupid (Yeah) Make up in the mirror got me feelin' like the cutest (Go, go) New VVS on my neck, I'm suited Meditatin' in some orange drip like a Buddhist Wait, hollup, wait, all of my idols are corny outside of they raps Like fuckin' aesthetic, put out some new tracks (Yeah) So fans do not care where the fuck you been at (Yeah) Matter fact, you been sittin' there snappin' yo back (Yeah) Just tryna be Carti or somebody wack (Ayy) You aren't Frank Ocean, I'll keep it a stack Y'all trapped studi', my stu' be the trap Yeah, so fuck mysterious shit, lil' bitch It's the queen of type beats in the mix, put a fist (Yeah, bow, bow, bow!) Through a wet emcee tryna diss new fits And a carot 18 for my bitch, my lips (Grrah) Got a brand new gleam, 'cause of this Gucci I don't trip 'bout a fiend on my dick, sip lean On yo bitch, gettin' T from a [?], can't read 'Cause of this, smoke weed, get a grip (Grrah) Man, all these merchant ass weirdos too comfortable Actin' like they ain't replaceable to me Y'all needa carry that ego, and take it to Vito The shit that you say is confusin' Honestly, fuck all that bullshit Go [?] me a [?] with some bitches and get you some booty Stop hittin' me and my friend if you gon' be embarrassed When you ain't see you in the movie Stop it, every rapper act toxic Y'all ain't even worth the profit Fuckin' with you ain't an option Actin' like we [?] You ain't even usin' logic Droppin' shit, nobody cop it Ain't nobody even watchin, flop it (Flop it) [Outro] Hahaha Oh, my God, bro