Bài hát Type S**t Báo Lỗi

Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh

Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah

It cost a half a ticket

For a glass wrist (half a milli')

But it ain't cost me nothin' for

This bad bitch (ain't cost me nothin', hoe)

We the ones that break the stage (break)

Then get paid (pay)

Came in the game, get yo' stain

Bet the opps know all our names (bitch)

Ain't you entertained? (Hoe)

I bossed her, now she plain (plain)

The struggle where we came (struggle)

There's smoke behind my game (smoke)

Shots get to firin'

'cause some niggas got to hittin' (hittin')

Made 'em spin twice

'cause I swear I thought he missed (go)

Fuck that smoke shit

I got ice on my wrist

Still get my hands dirty

I'll wash 'em 'til it's drenched

Look up in the sky

It's a bird, it's a plane

Bitch, it's the Rocket with

All of these chains (bitch, it's the Rocket)

She got a nigga, but shit

She told me she

Doin' her thang (shit, that's cool)

Where there's a plug, well

None are more rockin' right now

On terrain (where there's a plug, oh)

This the type shit that's out yo' lane

Type shit, type shit

This the type shit (let's roll)

This the type shit that

Get yo' bitch hit (smash)

This the type shit that

Got you trendin' (woo, trend)

This the type shit that

Get yo' shit split (uh)

I pour a pint and drink that

Shit in 30 minutes (drink, lean)

Ever since I jumped up off the

Porch I been gettin' it (get it)

Thinkin' 'bout them bags we had

Stashed in the kitchen (bags)

They said that society had turned me

To a menace

Look, I say this the type shit

Citches love to type shit

I pull up Marine Serre

You know, in some tight shit

My accountant think I'm gay

All I do is buy shit

From the projects to the private jets

I've been a fly bitch (mwah)

Once hoes start doing bad

They need somethin' they can blame it on

Bitches couldn't be as hot as me in the

Summertime with a blanket on

Bitches really be puppets

I'm in the Lamb-chop and

I don't play along (skrrt)

Are you stupid, dumb, or slow?

Got these frames from Ricky O

All these verses I done slayed

All these looks that I done gave

Could have let these fuck hoes drown

But I let them ride my wave

Man, these hoes lookin' real light

And this ass lookin' real heavy

Feel like 'Yoncé with this Birkin

But I'm Rowland with this Kelly (grrr)

Type shit, type shit

This the type shit (let's roll)

This the type shit that

Get yo' bitch hit (smash)

This the type shit that

Got you trendin' (woo, trend)

This the type shit that

Get yo' shit split (uh)

Calling shots (brr)

Order the semi's

Then score on the opps

Scrape up the pennies

Before I was poppin'

Fuck her, dismiss her

I'm that type of guy

Upping my fire and I'm waving it (fire)

Take off the top

I done gutted it

Call me two harlet before

I had busted it

Flex on you niggas

This shit gettin' ugly

I got a Patek inside of the Cullinan

I tell her suck on me

I tell her fuck on me

Keep it a buck on me, up in it

Stuck with me

If we get into it, you niggas

Gon' duck for me

Niggas go buck for me

Shoot up the club for me

They want the recipe, body like Nestlé

Try get the best of me

But I ain't going

She like an athlete, nigga

Don't threaten me

Put out a hit, in two-months

And he gone

Put out the bitch, she was here

For too long

We don't need a loan

The mob Capone

I make an M with a blindfold

Jump out the gym with some

Bows of the dope

Them niggas spinnin'

They takin' they souls

Want a promotion

Now he gettin' blowed

Y'all niggas already know

Set ain't no hoe

He gon' come as a ghost

Type shit, type shit

This the type shit (let's roll)

This the type shit that

Get yo' bitch hit (smash)

This the type shit that

Got you trendin' (woo, trend)

This the type shit that

Get yo' shit split (ooh)

Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up

Mu-mu-mu-murda