Lil Durk, Chief Wuk - 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 hit's
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