No Type (Freestyle)

[Verse 1: Jugo]
Fuck all y'all niggas
Fuck all y'all hoes
Take your bitch, I don't even gotta hit her, pass her to my bros
I'm a mother fucking pro
All your fans chant "MVP" when I shoot free throws
I don't love no bitch
I don't trust no hoe
Fuck all y'all niggas, fuck all y'all bitches, I done said it all before
In this rap shit, only for the bread though
Loud mouth, shit'll leave your ass dead, hoe
And my shit hot so you know I'm bound to blow
I'm ready for the fame and the glory
I'm in the mother fucking house like Cory
When them shots start clappin', catch all you niggas lackin', leave you red like a bedtime story
Woke up to a bad bitch this morning
All y'all niggas lame, all you niggas bore me
Leave a fuck nigga bleached like some Chlorine (yeah)
You french fried, I get french toast
You get by, I get the most
Known from the East to the West Coast
This murder party, I am the host
All white with me, look like a ghost
Turn a rump nigga to rump roast
I'm too young to be this cold
And you know the clip is a extendo (AHH)

[Verse 2: Jugo]
No, I'm not Migos, but you know I'm chasin' them M's, nigga!
Who are they? No, I do not fuck with them niggas!
Them niggas your niggas, they actin' shady 'cause they money slim, nigga!
Try to beat me? (impossible!) You a bitch like your name Kim, nigga!
Let the mac spit and I pull off in that black whip
I stay in the limelight, you in the background just like a pip
You can call me Freddy 'cause I stay ready
Aim sloppy, can't keep the gun steady
You pussy niggas gettin' mani pedis
You niggas sweatin', you niggas scary
You niggas sweeter than Halle Berry
You niggas sweeter than grape jelly
Leave you niggas red like a strawberry
She say she feel me up in her belly
I'm a celebration, get the confetti
Ridin' 'round with Kelly looking for some Becky
I'm the man and your bitch already said it
You got enough, I got plenty
I ain't got no type
Bad bitches is the only thing that I like
You losers take a hike
Beat the beat up like my first name was Ike (yikes)
Chop the top off, you can call it Jermaine Dupri
You Get Dealt Wit', Get Your Shit Right, Don't Hate On Me
I deal with money and friends separately
I got what your wife need, that's why she on her knees, ready to sing on my dick like she starred on Glee, you strike out
I hit it like Canseco
You hoe niggas that talk shit, I'm on your head like cornrows
Need a bad bitch that don't talk much and got packs to blow
Jugo, born finesser, get everything I want for the low