What Typa Time

[Intro: Woodie Smalls]
Yah, ooh
Yah, ayy
Yah, ooh

[Verse 1: Woodie Smalls]
Runnin' for the fuck of it, I be on some other shit (Yah)
Sayin’ that a nigga roll lucky
Goin' to the places you can't be
Pull up, we ain’t showin' no ID (Nah)
That be my brother, my family (Yah)
Tell that little bitch to suck, yeah
We can do it all night long, yeah
Don't gotta question it (Yeah)
That be my favorite shit
Gotta keep a few habits I won't recommend
I'm pullin' these thots like she up in the trance
Triple the price, see my lights all be changin'
Switch up the price like a nigga be skatin'
Fucked her real nice, so she think that we datin’
Loosen up shawty, we gettin’ it in
How you gon' claim that you colder than him?

[Chorus: Woodie Smalls]
What typa time you on? Bitch do not call my phone
Tell these lil’ hoes I'm grown
Brand new fit, make all my pockets thick, I put a lock on it
Fuck you on? Bitch do not call my phone
Tell these lil' hoes I'm grown
Brand new fit, make all my pockets thick, I put a lock on it
What typa time you on? Bitch do not call my phone
Tell these lil’ hoes I'm grown
Brand new fit, make all my pockets thick, I put a lock on it
Fuck you on? Bitch do not call my phone
Tell these lil' hoes I'm grown
Brand new fit, make sure my pockets thick, I put a lock on it

[Verse 2: Isaiah Rashad]
I'm like fuck a bitch
All type of bitches on the bus and shit
Bitches plottin' on me for the lust of it
I be road running for the rush and shit
Bitch knockin' now, should I let em in?
What type of drugs should I recommend?
I just popped up with the best twins
Got the four pointer like Steph and them
But I'm like God, you know?
Gotta step back like Harden though
Got a thick bitch like Cardi though
Brought a few more like PARTY though
I play the role like Al Capone
I plot it up like Scorsese
I got a bitch like mo' days
I'm tryna keep my lil whore paid

[Chorus: Woodie Smalls]
What typa time you on? Bitch do not call my phone
Tell these lil' hoes I'm grown
Brand new fit, make all my pockets thick, I put a lock on it
Fuck you on? Bitch do not call my phone
Tell these lil' hoes I'm grown
Brand new fit, make all my pockets thick, I put a lock on it
What typa time you on? Bitch do not call my phone
Tell these lil' hoes I'm grown
Brand new fit, make all my pockets thick, I put a lock on it
Fuck you on? Bitch do not call my phone
Tell these lil' hoes I'm grown
Brand new fit, make sure my pockets thick, I put a lock on it

[Verse 3: Woodie Smalls]
Got me lookin' at the heavens lately (Yeah)
Feelin' blessed, I could be starvin' crazy
Wished upon a star, it never worked (Never)
Momma told me "Boy, go get a job" (Job)
Now he pullin' up in different cars (Yah)
Smokin' reefer, that's the remedy (Smoke)
Shawty say she like my melodies (Yah)
I 'member when she wouldn't look at me (Yeah)
Said I be goin' in for a minute
Started this shit, I gotta finish
Flights on flights, we on, couple missed calls, yeah I know
That she can't leave me alone
Workin' all night, yeah I'm ready
Got a few bars they steady
Money comin' in plenty, so wavy, you could drown in it
Losin' your balance quick

[Chorus: Woodie Smalls]
What typa time you on? Bitch do not call my phone
Tell these lil' hoes I'm grown
Brand new fit, make all my pockets thick, I put a lock on it
Fuck you on? Bitch do not call my phone
Tell these lil' hoes I'm grown
Brand new fit, make all my pockets thick, I put a lock on it
What typa time you on? Bitch do not call my phone
Tell these lil' hoes I'm grown
Brand new fit, make all my pockets thick, I put a lock on it
Fuck you on? Bitch do not call my phone
Tell these lil' hoes I'm grown
Brand new fit, make sure my pockets thick, I put a lock on it