Текст песни What's Your Type? - Genre

Yeah yeah
Uh huh
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Uh
I said oh (I said oh)
That's on you (That's on you)
I got racks (I got racks)
I just blew (I just blew!)
I'm in a different type of mood I'm tryna turn it up today (Turn it up)
And this bitch with attitude, I told that bitch to fix her face (What?)
She like, "Genre, what's your type?"
Bad bitches what I like (Ah, woah!)
She like, "Genre, what's your vice?"
Drinking Henny with the ice (Yeah, yeah)
Tried to tell you that my demon time still ain't nothin' nice
I don't see how I could lose, I've been winning all my life
And I'm like, fuck it up (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, fuck it up (Okay, okay, yeah, yeah)
Holy moly I just bought this rodeo to fuck it up (Rodeo)
I been mixing hella crazy girl, don't sip this solo cup (Okay)
(After I get wavy, baby girl you already know what's up)

One thing you would never see, is a n***a that I need
One thing I could never be, is a n***a that's in need
I just cut lil' brozi off, seen the jealousy and greed
I got a bitch recruiting bitches, tryna add me to the three (Swish)
Bad bitches
Rollin' up they sleeves (Bad)
And I got mad bitches (I got mad bitches)
Tryna rip me out my jeans
I been shmutty, big shmutty
Talkin' crazy every year (Woah, yeah)
Said she scared to live without me, bitch I'll help you face your fears woo
I just locked in on this check, so I had to come correct (Woo yeah)
Don't you have me with my foot up on your motherfuckin' neck
RIP, 'cause I don't know whatever rapper's coming next (RIP)
Singin' melodies and drinking, fuckin' bitches with finesse
They just locked my daddy up for some shit he didn't do
Mickey mouse n***a ratted but forgot to tell the truth
I don't promote the violence but I swear to god I wanna shoot
I don't promote the violence but I swear to god I wanna (Brrr)
I'm like please baby (Please)
Tell me what am I to do
Fuck a teacher, fuck accounting, fuck that motherfuckin' school (Yeah)
I'm a cash cow baby, yes, I'm Jewish for the loot (Cash Cow!)
Got this money and this music playin', guessing that'll do (Guessing that'll do)

I said oh (I said oh)
That's on you (That's on you)
I got racks (I got racks)
I just blew (I just blew!)
I'm in a different type of mood I'm tryna turn it up today (Turn it up)
And this bitch with attitude, I told that bitch to fix her face (What?)
She like, "Genre, what's your type?"
Bad bitches what I like (Ah, woah!)
She like, "Genre, what's your vice?"
Drinkin' Henny with the ice (Yeah, yeah)
Tried to tell you that my demon time still ain't nothin' nice
I don't see how I could lose, I've been winning all my life
And I'm like, fuck it up (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, fuck it up (Okay, okay, yeah, yeah)
Holy moly I just bought this rodeo to fuck it up (Rodeo)
I been mixing hella crazy girl, don't sip this solo cup (Okay)
(After I get wavy, baby girl you already know what's up)