Know The Type - Lansky Jones, Cj Fly, Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire

I’m out with vultures around

You home and you slouch

I played both roles so I know what you bout

To the trolls Im the GOAT nigga ouch, you bold on ya couch

Outspoken, when the gun in your mouth

You most timid

The type in the club

Wan' jump in cyphers

Thinkin it attracts chicks when they don’t like ya

I’m right here in the mud

While they shit in they diapers

The pigs got me once

St. Felix & Cypress.

Came home right back on my night shift

Why pay the cost, when freedom is priceless?

I be in Queens like chicks who Guyanese

I be in Guyanese chicks inside of Queens…

Yeah

The most crazy

Lansky Baby.

Hook [CJ Fly/Lansky b2b)

CJ Fly

It be the type to always come around mad

Then wonder why these bitches don’t wanna hang

You stupid

Lansky

It be the type that’s always hype and they gassed

And I be like whatever go head, brag

Shit I don’t give a fuck

CJ Fly

You know the type

Loud as a motorbike

Lansky

I be the type to put a foot in they ass

Verse 2

(Fly!)

You busters never bust a toast so why you frontin' for

Always been known to do the fuckin' most

Shit was all different just a month ago

Saw a body drop right on my block left me uncomfortable

The streets is fuckin' cold

Keep it on me hidden in the filler of my puffer coat

Ain’t a game ah scrabble but I dabble moved a couple O’s

Always told myself I’d only fuck with weed

And never touching coke

Ironically, you need the fix and ain’t the one that’s broke

You must’ve had mustard gas inside the blunts you smoke

The kind to throw a stone then hide ya hand like

«It was just a joke!»

(pussy!)

Over time be getting bigger like I’m weight-lifting

I’m a beast, boy so I’m used to the shape-shifting (fly!)

My team titan, I shine like I be at Brighton

Thinkin' cause we enlightened

We can hit 5th Avenue and spend a light 10

Shocking like a strike ah lightning

Bought a bunch of fly shit cause I liked it

Hook

CJ Fly

It be the type to always come around mad

Then wonder why these bitches don’t wanna hang

You stupid

Lansky

It be the type that’s always hype and they gassed

And I be like whatever go head, brag

Shit I don’t give a fuck

CJ Fly

You know the type

Loud as a motorbike

Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire

I be the type to put this timb in they ass

Verse 3

Nigga lace up ya boots

Cause I’m about to shoot

Mr. muthafucka goin out for the loot

See a opp, on his block, stomp him out on a stoop

Go in his crib then I elbow drop him off his fuckin roof

Loose in the booth when im off that gin & juice

But im on my healthy shit

So i blended in some fruit

Dr Sebi said

I can eat, anything but cooch

69, dick so hard, that I think I chipped her tooth

On a mission for the truth

Got a vision for the youth

Million pistols, silenced, whistled at that bitch ass David Duke

Fuck the KKK, The FBI, the CIA, The ATF, and TSA

For taking my new lotion out my fuckin bag

Anarchist thoughts, while I’m whippin in a stolen jag'

Moet bottle in the cup holder yellin free Shabazz

Some deep book on the dash I will never read

A legend been a, head of my time

Since a pepper seed

It’s to the death of me

Bitch

Hook

CJ Fly

It be the type to always come around mad

Then wonder why these bitches don’t wanna hang

You stupid

Lansky

It be the type that’s always hype and they gassed

And I be like whatever go head, brag

Shit I don’t give a fuck

CJ Fly

You know the type

Loud as a motorbike

Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire

I be the type to put this timb in they ass