Type Shit

Lyrics

[Intro: Future] Yeah, yeah, Pluto [Chorus: Future] I don't hang with rats, that's some new type shit Get a nigga whacked on the news type shit Sippin' drank and Actavis on some Screw type shit Just a sad ho runnin' through the crew type shit I got a bad bitch at home, voodoo type shit Take down Megan Stallions by the group type shit [Verse 1: Future] That's some thick shit, I just thought you knew type shit I just tricked off, I don't just usually do this type of shit Pockets racked up, all blue type shit Bunch of rich niggas, hoes get confused type shit Atlanta nigga, I live like Ted Turner type shit On camera, but I'll knock your jaws loose typе shit I canceled her, kick hеr out the stu' type shit A silent hitter, I just keep it cool with you bitches A solid nigga, countin' dog food type shit Movin' through the city with your boo type shit She's ready to suck it up like soup type shit You goin' against the guys and you gon' lose type shit Pray to God they knock you out your shoes type shit (Type shit) [Verse 2: Travis Scott] Pop it, pop it, right up out the blue type shit (Type shit) Put the Double-0 in the mood (In the mood) Serotonin, that's a cool type mix (Cool type mix) Oxycontin, mix it with balloons (Alright) East Atlanta feelin' like a zoo type mix (Open up) Shawty, shawty strippin', takin' shrooms Eatin' all the Percs, on some food type shit (Open up) Shawty make it work, 9-to-5 type shit (Open up) Eatin' all the Perkies, on some food type shit (Open up) Eatin' all the Perkies, on some food type shit (Going up) All the homies crushin' on some fool type— (Going up) Floodin' out the spot, it's like a pool type mix (Add it up) All the homies crushin' on some fool type shit (Going up) All the homies crushin' on some fool type— (Open up) Eatin' all the Perkies, on some food type shit Feelin' so high, I'm on the moon type shit [Bridge: Future, Playboi Carti & Travis Scott] Kick the slow flow, jitsu type shit (Open it up, add it up) Red lock in my dreadlocks, I'm on bool type shit (Fuck it up, add it up) Cook a nigga up like food type shit (Fuck it up, fuck it up) Posted up with my dogs, Scooby-Doo type shit (Fuck it up, woo) [Verse 3: Playboi Carti & Future] She grippin' all on my balls, I gotta move type shit Diamonds, they cover my flaws, I'm actin' brand new type shit Hundred round drum, make it burst, soundin' like a nuke type shit All of my jeans is saggin', I think I'm over tight shit Put the ho down with the gang, now she think she my manager type shit Shawty thought she was the one, I will forever have a boss bitch The presi' set on me plain, I'm on some naked type shit Eighty-one thou' for the teeth, I still ain't smiling for this bitch This ho think she better than me? She on that IG model shit Shawty said I'm a superhero, so how the fuck I'ma hide from shit? Bitch give me dome in the back, she on her bobblehead type shit All I want is ass and titties, I ain't got no type, shit Sippin' on drank with Pluto, hold up Sippin' on drank with Metro Sittin' right here with my yayo type shit Might put some diamonds in my gloves, woah, on my Mike shit What the fuck y'all talking about bodies for? Y'all just type shit (Pluto) [Chorus: Future] I don't hang with rats, that's some new type shit (New type shit) Get a nigga whacked on the news type shit Sippin' drank and Actavis on some Screw type shit Just a sad ho runnin' through the crew type shit I got a bad bitch at home, voodoo type shit Take down Megan Stallions by the group type shit (Type shit) [Outro: Playboi Carti, Future & Travis Scott] Tags all over my shirt, uh, rockstar type shit (Open it up, open it up) Molly all in my dreads, uh, Rasta type shit (Open it up, open it up) 'Bout to take a ho to Turks, she a monster type shit (Type shit) She don't speak no English, money talk type shit She fuck me, ran her mouth 'cause I'm a boss type shit (Woo)