Tree - She The Type lyrics

[Produced by Tree] [Hook - MC TREE] She's the type that gata have it And he's the type to take control, man She's the type believe in magic She like that rap and rock and roll, man [Verse 1 - Brian Fresco] Hey, Miss a** and that face Yeah, a n***a see you stressed tryna keep up that pace Poppin them xannys and addys get you through the day Yeah you know u pretty dull just working with no play Man I'm hopin that that books and college sh** straght Meet me at the top My n***as we fixing to get paid Daps to my lawyer for beatin a n***a case in the Chi face a vega like n***a my money saved Know my n***as dont play Spray at you rowdy f**s Good luck if you thinking bout a bout wit us Good bumps for ya nose n plus good pumps fa ya baby you down ta f** I gotta few tats you could trace n touch Good duff we can stuff up a Dutch n puff And if dem n***as looking telling em we be posting up east side low end where da folks erupt Know we still tipping been living no limit Been flipping no slipping I stay on my pivot I stay on my bidness, I stay on my mission I'm dunkin dese b**hes they callin me griffin Call me a eagle compared to dese pigeons dis pimpin leave p**ys impaired and addicted They callin me Pippen Gat game for da image gat Purp fa da sippin Wood grain fa da grippin u gata fuk wimme And my n***as all gone ride out for they n***as and my b**hes all got my back fasho They gone ride out fa dey n***a And best believe them your n***as if they gon ride out fa dey n***a Cuz best believe when the sh** hit the fan I'm gone ride out fa my n***as .. Bow [HOOK] [Verse 2 - Chance The Rapper] She the type that type love notes She like lucy and love boats She the type that like bu*t jokes But not being the bu*t She in the cut But being secret is cutthroat And being lonely is cut wrist So giving head doesn't cut close Getting faded and f** on a s*ut slit She the type to do tai-chi Exercise in the Chi Sippin chai tea Pics of her thighs on her IG But high key she a bust She a tease, she a bop She a sleaze Jesus christ she's shiesty Heidi-Heidi-Heidi ho I-d I-d I-D-K if I ever wanna say Hello to this stank breath b**h, ho [Verse 3 - Kami de Chukwu] Novacane and a hershey's kiss Sugar rush fly off a gum drop roll Heavy they heart, hold the weight of lost worlds Say the world was mine and what's mine was yours Never, I stay selfish I stay deep as the sea floor You ain't live enough life till you seen a sore sight Now you'll probably C4 Lost peace found grief now they eyes fill with rainfall Tear me a page in your books about me Flowers decay y'all And I hope every voice lift When they try to sing about me Who the man with the power Same man hold the powder She the type that's gotta have it If you fam you eat If you love you feast Soul food with a side of sammy - surf [HOOK] [Verse 4 - Tokyo Shawn] I'm the type to never answer But she the type to always call She say that she wanna travel She say she wanna go to Tokyo Like hey what your name is I'm famous it's nice to meet you After conversational time wasting And temptations Say she the type to that probably talk about you to people I say no that she the type that show up at a party to see you And say I need you I'm ridin, but I'm rollin Rollin inside of stolen But I'm posted Imposin if I get noticed Impulsively ibuprofen I be coaching Approachin with chronic focus Chronic smokin Highest dosage High and lows got me roller coasting Wait Then I ask can you stay? Hey, can you please save me today? She the type to contemplate While I try to make it hard to concentrate All the things I gotta say Get put on layaway until the day they rot away [HOOK]