Know The Type

I’m out with vultures around
You home and you slouch
I played both roles so I know what you bout
To the trolls Im the GOAT nigga ouch, you bold on ya couch
Outspoken, when the gun in your mouth
You most timid
The type in the club
Wan' jump in cyphers
Thinkin it attracts chicks when they don’t like ya
I’m right here in the mud
While they shit in they diapers
The pigs got me once
St. Felix & Cypress.
Came home right back on my night shift
Why pay the cost, when freedom is priceless?
I be in Queens like chicks who Guyanese
I be in Guyanese chicks inside of Queens…
Yeah
The most crazy
Lansky Baby.
Hook [CJ Fly/Lansky b2b)
CJ Fly
It be the type to always come around mad
Then wonder why these bitches don’t wanna hang
You stupid
Lansky
It be the type that’s always hype and they gassed
And I be like whatever go head, brag
Shit I don’t give a fuck
CJ Fly
You know the type
Loud as a motorbike
Lansky
I be the type to put a foot in they ass
Verse 2
(Fly!)
You busters never bust a toast so why you frontin' for
Always been known to do the fuckin' most
Shit was all different just a month ago
Saw a body drop right on my block left me uncomfortable
The streets is fuckin' cold
Keep it on me hidden in the filler of my puffer coat
Ain’t a game ah scrabble but I dabble moved a couple O’s
Always told myself I’d only fuck with weed
And never touching coke
Ironically, you need the fix and ain’t the one that’s broke
You must’ve had mustard gas inside the blunts you smoke
The kind to throw a stone then hide ya hand like
«It was just a joke!» (pussy!)
Over time be getting bigger like I’m weight-lifting
I’m a beast, boy so I’m used to the shape-shifting (fly!)
My team titan, I shine like I be at Brighton
Thinkin' cause we enlightened
We can hit 5th Avenue and spend a light 10
Shocking like a strike ah lightning
Bought a bunch of fly shit cause I liked it
Hook
CJ Fly
It be the type to always come around mad
Then wonder why these bitches don’t wanna hang
You stupid
Lansky
It be the type that’s always hype and they gassed
And I be like whatever go head, brag
Shit I don’t give a fuck
CJ Fly
You know the type
Loud as a motorbike
Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire
I be the type to put this timb in they ass
Verse 3
Nigga lace up ya boots
Cause I’m about to shoot
Mr. muthafucka goin out for the loot
See a opp, on his block, stomp him out on a stoop
Go in his crib then I elbow drop him off his fuckin roof
Loose in the booth when im off that gin & juice
But im on my healthy shit
So i blended in some fruit
Dr Sebi said
I can eat, anything but cooch
69, dick so hard, that I think I chipped her tooth
On a mission for the truth
Got a vision for the youth
Million pistols, silenced, whistled at that bitch ass David Duke
Fuck the KKK, The FBI, the CIA, The ATF, and TSA
For taking my new lotion out my fuckin bag
Anarchist thoughts, while I’m whippin in a stolen jag'
Moet bottle in the cup holder yellin free Shabazz
Some deep book on the dash I will never read
A legend been a, head of my time
Since a pepper seed
It’s to the death of me
Bitch
Hook
CJ Fly
It be the type to always come around mad
Then wonder why these bitches don’t wanna hang
You stupid
Lansky
It be the type that’s always hype and they gassed
And I be like whatever go head, brag
Shit I don’t give a fuck
CJ Fly
You know the type
Loud as a motorbike
Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire
I be the type to put this timb in they ass