Crank Lucas - No Type (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1: Jugo] f** all y'all n***as f** all y'all hoes Take your b**h, I don't even gotta hit her, pa** her to my bros I'm a mother f**ing pro All your fans chant "MVP" when I shoot free throws I don't love no b**h I don't trust no hoe f** all y'all n***as, f** all y'all b**hes, I done said it all before In this rap sh**, only for the bread though Loud mouth, sh**'ll leave your a** dead, hoe And my sh** hot so you know I'm bound to blow I'm ready for the fame and the glory I'm in the mother f**ing house like Cory When them shots start clappin', catch all you n***as lackin', leave you red like a bedtime story Woke up to a bad b**h this morning All y'all n***as lame, all you n***as bore me Leave a f** n***a bleached like some Chlorine (yeah) You french fried, I get french toast You get by, I get the most Known from the East to the West Coast This murder party, I am the host All white with me, look like a ghost Turn a rump n***a to rump roast I'm too young to be this cold And you know the clip is a extendo (AHH) [Verse 2: Jugo] No, I'm not Migos, but you know I'm chasin' them M's, n***a! Who are they? No, I do not f** with them n***as! Them n***as your n***as, they actin' shady 'cause they money slim, n***a! Try to beat me? (impossible!) You a b**h like your name Kim, n***a! Let the mac spit and I pull off in that black whip I stay in the limelight, you in the background just like a pip You can call me Freddy 'cause I stay ready Aim sloppy, can't keep the gun steady You p**y n***as gettin' mani pedis You n***as sweatin', you n***as scary You n***as sweeter than Halle Berry You n***as sweeter than grape jelly Leave you n***as red like a strawberry She say she feel me up in her belly I'm a celebration, get the confetti Ridin' 'round with Kelly looking for some Becky I'm the man and your b**h already said it You got enough, I got plenty I ain't got no type Bad b**hes is the only thing that I like You losers take a hike Beat the beat up like my first name was Ike (yikes) Chop the top off, you can call it Jermaine Dupri You Get Dealt Wit', Get Your sh** Right, Don't Hate On Me I deal with money and friends separately I got what your wife need, that's why she on her knees, ready to sing on my dick like she starred on Glee, you strike out I hit it like Canseco You hoe n***as that talk sh**, I'm on your head like cornrows Need a bad b**h that don't talk much and got packs to blow Jugo, born finesser, get everything I want for the low