[Verse 1 : Pricetag]
One time, look
I'm the type of n***a who put on for his bros
Went from sleepin' on the floor, then gettin' four grand a show
The type of n***a with no daddy, who was raised around Crips
If the homie's gon' do time, we puttin' bread on his box
The type of n***a on his pimpin' go this game and be pitchin'
Who addicted to money but allergic to snitchin'
The type of n***a that know it's your girl and tell you she fine
Lookin' you in your eyes, plot on her and tell you "She mine"
[Verse 2 : Turtle NoJoke]
See I'm the type of n***a he hate and the type of n***a she love
That smokin' on, that drinkin' on, that stamblin' at the club
We the type of n***a, you the type of n***a that communicate with them boys
Shots fired at 10 o'clock, But the cop siren, hear that noise
Beat that case like I'm O.J with a bad b**h like foreplay
Car black like Rosay better listen what this boss say
Play day like role play the bullsh** I olay
Car red like a nose bleed
Conversations like four jeans
[Verse 3 : Pricetag]
I'm the type of n***a who ain't changed for fame
With a single street mama that just gave him the game
The type of n***as with empty Christmas's but ain't sad
But gotta put on for his son and gave him what he ain't have
The type of n***a who be stuntin', takin' all the chances
Gettin' all this money, doin' the fly dances
The type of n***a that's captain they call in the place
Who puttin' and got a the top as it's fallin into place
[Verse 4 : Oktane]
The type of n***a 'bout 50 deep in the club
Bow Boy that got you girl trynna creep in the club
Level headed soldier that's only about bread and his brothers
That'll make a nasty look girl, like your baby's mother
The type of n***a that turn your club up
Let me get that hand clap
Bring me any beat, I bring his head back
Type of n***a that's gon' get on and stay on
Type of n***a that make you clique this just to hatin' on
[Hook] x8
Yeah it' them Bow Boyz, it's them Bow Boyz (We on fire)
[Verse 5 : Pricetag]
I'm the type of n***a who prolly should be runnig for mayor
Who be sagin' in the toe, pinky thumb in the air
The type of n***a who ain't got no other choise but to make it
Be on the d-low but the G-Code he never gon' break it
The type of n***a who don't look at the tag when he shoppin'
And go' jumpin' in the head up if the homies lockin'
The type of n***a that see a belt and just spinnin' stack on it
Then hit the studio make the beat and then rap on it
[Verse 6 : Turtle NoJoke]
See I'm the type of n***a that silent
No word can break my (?)
Lil mama hour fine call that b**h my perfect timing
Introduce you to my giants, this is Fe, Fi, and Fo, Fum
Might not got aim but, how you gon dodge 4 guns?
Price what it do ? Okt what it is bro ?
Can't convict the brodie if they can't find the witness
Ask me what I'm doing and prolly kickin' back chillin'
Rollin' up purps and then smoke to the ceiling
[Verse 7 : Oktane]
Uhhh
Type of n***a drinkin 'till his body heatin' up
Mayweather to your girl's body, I beat it up
Type of n***a that keep that money with a wedding ring
You girl asked me "What's new?" and I told her "everythang!"
BOW money and music, we winnin' n***a you loosin'
And that's the main reason that your girlfriend choosin'
I know I'm that n***a you ain't even got a clap
Cause I run my city you ain't even got a lap
BOW!
[Price]
Ya ! It's B-O-Dub n***a
Ya already know what it is
Man it's Brodies Over Everything my n***a
It's Brodies Over Haters my n***a
It's Brodies Over Fake n***as
Man straight up
Free my n***a Matt
Free my n***a Ninja
We out here you already know what it is
I.E stand up!
B-O-Dub, pinkie and thumb my n***as
That's all you gonna see
Let's get it
[Hook]x8