Type Shit ft. Mulaa Mond Lyrics

This is a journey into sound

Come on, let's go

Take it back to that shit

But this ain't Biggie and Pac

Chasing bread for my son,

Fuck if you with me or not

Tried calling for karma

Seem like my number on block

And know the shit that I'm spitting

Can leave a nigga in shock

Lyrics controlling they mind

Like they in hands of MODOK

Bring justice, poetic

And kind of feel I'm lucky

Make a stop for some gas

Like we pull up at Bucees

Ask Annie if she okay

With Billie stuck in my jeans

Say that money I need

Until it bust out the seams

Or I can dive in your shit

Some like a submarine

Brodie step with a drum

And never played in a band

Trying to brush off the dust

But look around, I'm in sand

Tried reaching for help

But niggas cut off my hand

Tryna stay out the way

Cause I ain't trying to get jam

Every word I say, it gotta come with demand

And brodie stay on go

And never need a command

I'm finna come in with that Eddie flow

And probably finna wedge in your bitch

Like a potato ho'

He didn't get that needle

Nigga killed fourty five people

Still didn't get that needle

But bitch, I'm in here and I'm rolling

Loaded I got my nigga B'A on it

Too many shots coming,

Probably hit you and all your homies

Some shit that hit your soul

Probably knock out all your belongings

Nigga, this is my flow

And bitch, it's the top flow

He say, man, I ain't say that

Yeah, bitch, I thought so

Whole time I copped a P,

He asking how much you got, bro

Man, look, I ain't got nothing for you, my nigga

But a bag of chips,

And probably have a blunt, my nigga

But make sure that your shoe lace

When you run, my nigga

Cause I'm coming for you

I'm behind you

I'm in your dreams, bitch

Had to remind you