Type B on the beat, yuh Ey, what's good G? Roll up on you stylish wearing Gucci Rhymes be flowing like hot water call it a jacuzzi Yeah I'm white but rappin' hard ain't hard for me Well you see, All these fake ass bitches acting up when I'm up on the scene Honestly, I don't get what the fuck all the fuss be about Type B or type A it all be the same Always stick to plan A but type B still got more clout Ain't got no lambo But my clothes be fresh as hell All you snitch bitches be salty, it ain't hard to tell Ay Yeah I got a lot of problems But all my fans be coming like they army squadrons ay All my bad bitches lookin' like they Instagram models ay All together in the club we poppin' Vodka bottles ay Flexing like I'm ricegum but without the fame But Type B, you're too young, you're too short, you're too lame, Yeah, well all you bitches sound the same No debate, I'm the king you should proclaim Ay Go against me, you ain't gettin' far My foes be peasants, I'm the tsar Hit and run, that ain't fun Pop you with 20 bullets from a BAR rifle ooh Yeah I got a lot of problems But all my fans be coming like they army squadrons ay All my bad bitches lookin' like Instagram models ay All together in the club we poppin' Vodka bottles ay Yeah That's it y'all Peace