Yungeen Ace – Ain’t the Type Lyrics

Yeah, yeah
Ain’t going back and forth with no n****
I ain’t the type
(Ced did this ho)
Ain’t going back and forth with no n****, you know I ain’t the type
(NJ stepping harder)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I ain’t going back and forth with no n****, uh-uh, I ain’t the type
I’d rather f*** that ho friend ’cause she ain’t my type
Disrespect a street n****, you know I’m the type
Don’t make a move without my gun, you know I ain’t the type

Walk in the club with all my diamonds on
Just blew a bag because my money long
This thirsty b****, she think she coming home
Ksoo leave her ‘lone
He wanna f*** and get her gone
She better not record me on that phone
I don’t like pictures, b****, I ain’t the type
Let me nut on your face, that’s the s*** I like
That chopper changed my mind
F*** b****** two at time
Let’s f*** with no emotions
Don’t try me, b****, I choke you
She wanna ride with the gang, I told her take an Uber
F*** all them opp hoes, them hoes be really groupies
Yeah, I know I been that n****, hop out that car and kill that n****
Boy, this s*** get ugly, n****, ain’t nobody realer, n****
F&N’ll split a n****, I’m off that west
And if I want it, I buy it, drop that check
She want an ATK n****, we the best
She wanna get f***** from the back and wear my chain around her neck

I ain’t going back and forth with no n****, uh-uh, I ain’t the type
I’d rather f*** that ho friend ’cause she ain’t my type
Disrespectful street n****, you know I’m the type
Don’t make a move without my gun, you know I ain’t the type

Foreign cars up in my yard, they think I’m a movie star
And that lil’ b**** was running fast but he couldn’t make it far
Stop all that acting and bragging
That b**** you loving, I had her
I’m swerving lanes, dodging traffic
Boy, I got by, check my stacks
That lil’ ho, she run her mouth, that b**** there ain’t my type
Ratchet b****, she like to argue, she just like to fight
B****, I got racks on top of racks, I do the money dance
They must not know I spend that money, make ’em miss him bad
This a real opp party, bring the Glocks out
And all my hitters, they get paid when you pop out
I’m getting twenty for a show just to rock out
Who brought a b**** to my room, that ho there I don’t like
No, I don’t like to stick up on a n****, no, I ain’t the type
I booked a ho a flight the morning, she leave the same night
A fake flodging a** n****, that s*** ain’t my type
That n**** dissing on the gang, he died the same night

I ain’t going back and forth with no n****, uh-uh, I ain’t the type
I’d rather f*** that ho friend ’cause she ain’t my type
Disrespectful street n****, you know I’m the type
Don’t make a move without my gun, you know I ain’t the type

I ain’t going back and forth with no n****, uh-uh, I ain’t the type
I’d rather f*** that ho friend ’cause she ain’t my type
Disrespectful street n****, you know I’m the type
Don’t make a move without my gun, you know I ain’t the type