BIGBABYGUCCI – I’m That Type Lyrics

Album on Baby 5

Track 13 on Baby 5
I’m That Type Lyrics
[Intro: BIGBABYGUCCI]
(Y’all know Aztro in the cut)
I’m the type of nigga to leave him where he’s dead

[Chorus: BIGBABYGUCCI]
I’m the type of nigga get a Prius, put it on twenties (Yeah)
I’m the type of nigga get a bitch that get her own money (Okay)
You the type of nigga walk around and gon’ never stunt it (Okay)
You a typin’ nigga in yo’ stories, all you do is front me (Stupid)
[?], shit, I feel like that St. Louis kid (Yeah)
I just bought a Louis handout, ten bands ain’t do it, kid (Ain’t do it, kid)
You be talkin’ ’bout all this crime, I wonder if you could do it big (When I want her)
Last time I seen Baby 5, he had himself a cougar bitch (Of course, yeah)

[Verse 1: BIGBABYGUCCI]
Last time I seen Baby 5, he walkin’ ’round with that SIG (Burnеr)
Last time I seen Baby 5, he fucked on my lil’ baby momma (On my baby momma)
Payin’ for hеr lil’ brother, and she doin’ hella bumming
That mean that she doin’ head, doin’ coke, she hella funny (Uh, yeah)
Smoking on these oppers in my blunt, some big Gorilla thunder (Uh, big Gorilla thunder)
Bitch, I’m from the boulevard, you niggas are not 1-500 (15)
All these horses in my car, you hear when I’m coming (Hrrrngh)
Crazy girl grab the pack, she stealing my money (Huh)
Nah I ain’t feelin’ y’all, hop in the jet, I ain’t dealin’ with y’all (Stupid)
I got so much money, I left this ho with a [?] (Stupid)
Deep in the bag, I hit with the frog eyes, hit with the toes (Stupid)
Fuckin’ this bitch, I’m fuckin’ this bitch, I take her soul (Are you stupid?)
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up (Fuck it up)
I just left Wells-Fargo, BOA, I fucked it up (Damn)
Lil’ bro mad as fuck ’cause he can’t come fuck with us (Damn)
I don’t even eat no pizza but my blunts is stuffed crust (5)
Lil’ nigga want him a feature, told that boy, “Tough luck” (5)
I’ma go back to Paris, all these damn foreign garments
I’ll go broke when I get [?], I’ma make it harden (Yeah)
This the bitch that talk too much, like step back, like I’m James Harden
But they don’t get it
I’m ’boutta fuck that bitch, she can’t believe that I’m like Ripley (Yeah)
I wanna fuck yo’ bitch and then I leave, I’m so shitty (I’m so—)
I’m finna shoot my shot (Yeah), and I get mad if I miss it (If I miss it)
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[Chorus: BIGBABYGUCCI]
I’m the type of nigga get a Prius, put it on twenties (Put it on twenties)
I’m the type of nigga get a bitch that get her own money (Get her own money)
You the type of nigga walk around and gon’ never stunt it (Ain’t gon’ never stunt it)
You a typin’ nigga in yo’ stories, all you do is front me (All you—)
[?], shit, I feel like that St. Louis kid (We on ‘ish)
I just bought a Louis handout, ten bands ain’t do it, kid (Ain’t do it, kid)
You be talkin’ ’bout all this crime, I wonder if you could do it big (When I want her)
Last time I seen Baby 5, he had himself a cougar bitch (Fuck ya)

[Verse 2: Frais]
Last time that I seen the opps, you know them niggas wasn’t doin’ shit (Buh)
Red beam, coolin’ kit, shot up his block like we doin’ a vid’ (Buh-buh-buh)
Know lil’ shawty got that stupid neck, she always talking shit
Type to wear a five-figure fit but I’m gettin’ high in the crib (Fuck)
Type to keep a carbon-coated Blick, they wonder how I get in (Frrrah)
Stryker got a twin-turbo kit, I’m finna [?] (Skrrrt)
Syrup in my cup thick as fuck, remind me of my bitch (What the fu—?)
Crazy me and GUCCI made it cool to be on that Charlotte shit (Damn)
Niggas love crashing out, they really just some losers (Shit)
They know we the biggest, if not us then who gon’ do it? (Who gon’ do it?)
Walk up in that bank, the teller hit me with them numerals (Cash)
He was wolfin’ ’bout the Spook and now we pulled up at his funeral (Stupid)
Tryna war with me, I advise you send yo’ best hitter (Tryna war with me)
Move yo’ family out the states and better keep that vest wit’ you
Bulletproof the whip ’cause we be right there in the driveway (Buh)
Put that metal in his face, now that nigga think he Kanye (Buh-buh-buh, buh-buh-buh)

[Chorus: BIGBABYGUCCI]
I’m the type of nigga get a Prius, put it on twenties (Put it on twenties)
I’m the type of nigga get a bitch that get her own money (Get her own money)
You the type of nigga walk around and gon’ never stunt it (Ain’t gon’ never stunt it)
You a typin’ nigga in yo’ stories, all you do is front me (All you—)
[?], shit, I feel like that St. Louis kid (We on ‘ish)
I just bought a Louis handout, ten bands ain’t do it, kid (Ain’t do it, kid)
You be talkin’ ’bout all this crime, I wonder if you could do it big (When I want her)
Last time I seen Baby 5, he had himself a cougar bitch