Lil Durk, Chief Wuk, Only The Family - I’m The Type (Lyrics)

Lil Durk, Chief Wuk, Only The Family - I’m The Type (Lyrics) Subscribe here: Follow us on Spotify: Stream: ➡️ Join Our Discord: ➥ Become a fan of Rap City: ➥ Lil Durk: Subscribe now 🔔 ✗ 📲 Connect with me: ✗ Submit & Contact 🔻 📧: aron@ #LilDurk #ImTheType #NITT #rap #city 🎵 Lyrics: Walk up, push a n***a shit back, we invented that Real n***a, I ain’t with the trollin’ on the internet I’m the type bump into you, see if you really into that Been certified before a IG, fuck that blue check I’m the type turn into the plug from the middle man I’m the type front you what you buy, I might double that I’m the type lampin’ at the crib where your mama at I’m the type have your baby mama bring a hundred pack [Verse 1: Lil Durk] Baow-baow, chicka-chicka, you think I wasn’t get you, did you? Share locations, get up up him close, it make his mental wiggle I was fightin’ attempt, I went to court, threw up my middle finger Thug life, hit him with that Hellcat, he Suge Knight Drink a eight of Wock’ up, put my Glock up, then goodnight I can’t pop outside without my gun, n***a, then goodnight You the type of n***a to let your mans die and don’t slide I’m the type of n***a to pop up late, I been here nine times Threat him, run up on him, baow, I’m the messenger Foenem steady tweakin’ off them drugs, they poppin’ Teslas Pop his ass, then wonder, “Did I really fuck my blessin’ up?“ God, you know he made do it, he tweakin’ like we ain’t into it, n***a [Chorus: Chief Wuk] Walk up, push a n***a shit back, we invented that Real n***a, I ain’t with the trollin’ on the internet I’m the type bump into you, see if you really into that Been certified before a IG, fuck that blue check I’m the type turn into the plug from the middle man I’m the type front you what you buy, I might double that I’m the type lampin’ at the crib where your mama at I’m the type have your baby mama bring a hundred pack [Verse 2: Chief Wuk] I’m the type of n***a pop out with the Glock, I let the switch talk Turn into V. Roy while I’m on them hits, lettin’ the whole clip off These n***a pussy, man, these n****s baby food, these n****s really soft Got me to the toughest n***a in the room, I want the big dog I’m a real n***a goin’ on them things, I ain’t never froze Real n***a sittin’ in the cell, I ain’t never told I’m the type of n***a have your main bitch out here dumpin’ loads Fuck her in a trap, that bitch got naked walkin’ past them ’bows Gotta cop the whole four-four-eight ’cause I ain’t sellin’ Os Addicted to this cash, hood pharmacist, I don’t never close I don’t give a fuck, rob who? Pussy, get killed Put this Glock on your bitch-ass, then switch clips [Chorus: Chief Wuk] Walk up, push a n***a shit back, we invented that Real n***a, I ain’t with the trollin’ on the internet I’m the type bump into you, see if you really into that Been certified before a IG, fuck that blue check I’m the type turn into the plug from the middle man I’m the type front you what you buy, I might double that I’m the type lampin’ at the crib where your mama at I’m the type have your baby mama bring a hundred pack