QUEEN OF TYPE BEATS!

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, woah
Yeah, yeah, huh
Yeah

[Verse]
If you ain't heard, I'ma do this
Pimp out the Lex', get checks for the music (Grrah)
Baddie lil' bitch for the raps, goin' stupid
Old friends on my dick, 'cause they wan' be included (Yuh, yeah, yeah)
Hollup, shawty got shot by Cupid (Yeah)
Make up in the mirror got me feelin' like the cutest (Go, go)
New VVS on my neck, I'm suited
Meditatin' in some orange drip like a Buddhist
Wait, hollup, wait, all of my idols are corny outside of they raps
Like fuckin' aesthetic, put out some new tracks (Yeah)
So fans do not care where the fuck you been at (Yeah)
Matter fact, you been sittin' there snappin' yo back (Yeah)
Just tryna be Carti or somebody wack (Ayy)
You aren't Frank Ocean, I'll keep it a stack
Y'all trapped studi', my stu' be the trap
Yeah, so fuck mysterious shit, lil' bitch
It's the queen of type beats in the mix, put a fist (Yeah, bow, bow, bow!)
Through a wet emcee tryna diss new fits
And a carot 18 for my bitch, my lips (Grrah)
Got a brand new gleam, 'cause of this Gucci
I don't trip 'bout a fiend on my dick, sip lean
On yo bitch, gettin' T from a [?], can't read
'Cause of this, smoke weed, get a grip (Grrah)
Man, all these merchant ass weirdos too comfortable
Actin' like they ain't replaceable to me
Y'all needa carry that ego, and take it to Vito
The shit that you say is confusin'
Honestly, fuck all that bullshit
Go [?] me a [?] with some bitches and get you some booty
Stop hittin' me and my friend if you gon' be embarrassed
When you ain't see you in the movie
Stop it, every rapper act toxic
Y'all ain't even worth the profit
Fuckin' with you ain't an option
Actin' like we [?]
You ain't even usin' logic
Droppin' shit, nobody cop it
Ain't nobody even watchin, flop it (Flop it)

[Outro]
Hahaha
Oh, my God, bro