What Typa Time

Lyrics

[Intro: Woodie Smalls] Yah, ooh Yah, ayy Yah, ooh [Verse 1: Woodie Smalls] Runnin' for the fuck of it, I be on some other shit (Yah) Sayin' that a nigga roll lucky Goin' to the places you can't be Pull up, we ain't showin' no ID (Nah) That be my brother, my family (Yah) Tell that little bitch to suck, yeah We can do it all night long, yeah Don't gotta question it (Yeah) That be my favorite shit Gotta keep a few habits I won't recommend I'm pullin' these thots like she up in the trance Triple the price, see my lights all be changin' Switch up the price like a nigga be skatin' Fucked her real nice, so she think that we datin' Loosen up shawty, we gettin' it in How you gon' claim that you colder than him? [Chorus: Woodie Smalls] What typa time you on? Bitch do not call my phone Tell these lil' hoes I'm grown Brand new fit, make all my pockets thick, I put a lock on it Fuck you on? Bitch do not call my phone Tell these lil' hoes I'm grown Brand new fit, make all my pockets thick, I put a lock on it What typa time you on? Bitch do not call my phone Tell these lil' hoes I'm grown Brand new fit, make all my pockets thick, I put a lock on it Fuck you on? Bitch do not call my phone Tell these lil' hoes I'm grown Brand new fit, make sure my pockets thick, I put a lock on it [Verse 2: Isaiah Rashad] I'm like fuck a bitch All type of bitches on the bus and shit Bitches plottin' on me for the lust of it I be road running for the rush and shit Bitch knockin' now, should I let em in? What type of drugs should I recommend? I just popped up with the best twins Got the four pointer like Steph and them But I'm like God, you know? Gotta step back like Harden though Got a thick bitch like Cardi though Brought a few more like PARTY though I play the role like Al Capone I plot it up like Scorsese I got a bitch like mo' days I'm tryna keep my lil whore paid [Chorus: Woodie Smalls] What typa time you on? Bitch do not call my phone Tell these lil' hoes I'm grown Brand new fit, make all my pockets thick, I put a lock on it Fuck you on? Bitch do not call my phone Tell these lil' hoes I'm grown Brand new fit, make all my pockets thick, I put a lock on it What typa time you on? Bitch do not call my phone Tell these lil' hoes I'm grown Brand new fit, make all my pockets thick, I put a lock on it Fuck you on? Bitch do not call my phone Tell these lil' hoes I'm grown Brand new fit, make sure my pockets thick, I put a lock on it [Verse 3: Woodie Smalls] Got me lookin' at the heavens lately (Yeah) Feelin' blessed, I could be starvin' crazy Wished upon a star, it never worked (Never) Momma told me "Boy, go get a job" (Job) Now he pullin' up in different cars (Yah) Smokin' reefer, that's the remedy (Smoke) Shawty say she like my melodies (Yah) I 'member when she wouldn't look at me (Yeah) Said I be goin' in for a minute Started this shit, I gotta finish Flights on flights, we on, couple missed calls, yeah I know That she can't leave me alone Workin' all night, yeah I'm ready Got a few bars they steady Money comin' in plenty, so wavy, you could drown in it Losin' your balance quick [Chorus: Woodie Smalls] What typa time you on? Bitch do not call my phone Tell these lil' hoes I'm grown Brand new fit, make all my pockets thick, I put a lock on it Fuck you on? Bitch do not call my phone Tell these lil' hoes I'm grown Brand new fit, make all my pockets thick, I put a lock on it What typa time you on? Bitch do not call my phone Tell these lil' hoes I'm grown Brand new fit, make all my pockets thick, I put a lock on it Fuck you on? Bitch do not call my phone Tell these lil' hoes I'm grown Brand new fit, make sure my pockets thick, I put a lock on it