She's the Type - Brian Fresco, Chance The Rapper, Towkio

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

Hey, Miss ass and that face

Yeah, a nigga 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 shit straght

Meet me at the top

My niggas we fixing to get paid

Daps to my lawyer for beatin a nigga case in the

Chi face a vega like nigga my money saved

Know my niggas dont play

Spray at you rowdy fucks

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 fuck

I gotta few tats you could trace n touch

Good duff we can stuff up a Dutch n puff

And if dem niggas 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 bitches they callin me griffin

Call me a eagle compared to dese pigeons dis pimpin leave pussys 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 niggas all gone ride out for they niggas and my bitches all got my back

fasho

They gone ride out fa dey nigga

And best believe them your niggas if they gon ride out fa dey nigga

Cuz best believe when the shit hit the fan I’m gone ride out fa my niggas.

Bow

She the type that type love notes

She like lucy and love boats

She the type that like butt jokes

But not being the butt

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 fuck on a slut 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 bitch, ho

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

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