Текст песни The Foldable Type - Anthony 1999 , K Pi$tol

I'm not the foldable type
Ole bin spinnin' ass nigga, no grip, might lose control of the pipe
Porch hoppin', pack flippin', hard-headed nigga that rolling the dice
Red, blue, blood, crip, my niggas, none of em' show it on Skype
(Stop, stop, cut the beat)
You know you can't cop it, please don't ask what's the price
My pockets invaded by blue shit
He got stick, but he beat that boy ass, man I swear my niggas ruthless
3 Legs in the car, one a pool stick

Boy you know you ain't gone shoot shit
2 Deep in the car, just me and my broad
Police get behind me, she gone boof it
Then I take it home and abuse it
You ain't real, I can tell by your movement
Swear I stay on point like a toothpick
So I don't no dirt around loose lips
You get snatched, probably tell what the truth is
Me, I never talk to the laws, ask about me, I'm the one who in charge
No pillow talking to broads
How she gone talk with my dick in her jaws
I put my balls to the wall, then gotta dip, got a lick on the call
I put the tape on the grip, still can't go raw when I'm letting it off

Bitch I gotta go, said, "my ride here"
I'm lying it's just other bitches to slide near
Big 99, he the pioneer
That pussy fuck shit don't slide here
I'm having nightmares cause how bad I did him
The chop hit is fruit, my niggas gone peel him
Snake in my closet, my blood really venom
I'm clapping this shit, 1K just on denim

Bitch
Night time, glow sticks
Pipe time, babysit
Niggas crying, they bitch
I'm not the foldable type
Ole bin spinnin' ass nigga, no grip, might lose control of the pipe
Porch hoppin', pack flippin', hard-headed nigga that rolling the dice
Red, blue, blood, crip, my niggas, none of em' show it on Skype
(Stop, stop, cut the beat)
You know you can't cop it, please don't ask what's the price