Lil Durk – I’m The Type LYRICS

Woke up, push a nigga shit back, we invented that
Real nigga, I ain’t with the trolling on the Internet
I’m the type bump into you, see if you really into that
Been certified before IG, fuck that blue check
I’m the type turn into the plug from the middle man
I’m the type front you what you buy, might double that
I’m the type laughing at the crib where your mama at
I’m the type have your baby mama bring a hunnid pack

Bok-bok, chicken, chicken, you wasn’t think I was gon’ get you, did you?
Shot locations, get up on them posts and make his mental wiggle
I was fighting a temp, I went to court, threw up my middle finger
Thug Life, hit him with that Hellcat, he Suge Knight

Drink a eighth of Wock’ up, put my Glock up, then good night
I can’t pop outside without my gun, nigga, then good night
You the type of nigga to let your mans die and don’t slide
I’m the type of nigga to pop up late, I been here nine times

Threaten me, run up on them, bow, I’m the messenger
Foenem steady tweaking off them drugs, they popping Teslas
Pop his ass then wonder, did I really fuck my Wesson up?
God, you know he made me do it, he tweaking like we ain’t into it, nigga

Woke up, push a nigga shit back, we invented that
Real nigga, I ain’t with the trolling on the Internet
I’m the type bump into you, see if you really into that
Been certified before IG, fuck that blue check
I’m the type turn into the plug from the middle man
I’m the type front you what you buy, might double that
I’m the type laughing at the crib where your mama at
I’m the type have your baby mama bring a hunnid pack

I’m the type of nigga pop out with the Glock, I let the switch talk
Turn into V World while I’m on them hits, letting the whole clip off
These niggas pussy, man, these niggas baby food, these niggas really soft
Guide me to the toughest nigga in the room, I want the big dog
I’m a real nigga going on them things, I ain’t ever froze
Real nigga sitting in the cell, I ain’t ever told

I’m the type of nigga have your main bitch out here dumping loads
Fuck her in the trap, that bitch got neck and walk her past the bros
Gotta cop the whole four-four acres, I ain’t selling Os
Addicted to this cash, hood pharmacist, I don’t ever close
I don’t give a fuck, rob, pull pussy, get killed
Put this Glock on your bitch ass, then switch clips

Woke up, push a nigga shit back, we invented that
Real nigga, I ain’t with the trolling on the Internet
I’m the type bump into you, see if you really into that
Been certified before IG, fuck that blue check
I’m the type turn into the plug from the middle man
I’m the type front you what you buy, might double that
I’m the type laughing at the crib where your mama at
I’m the type have your baby mama bring a hunnid pack