Type Shit Lyrics

What I name an eater, wouldn't believe it, he would make a wife

Broski rock the slim fit, won't even cop it, they don't make it tight

I'm a big baggy, Marc Jacob pants, stepping type of nigga

I'ma turn your shit up, make your price go up, type of nigga

Just as quick as that pack came, I want it gone, out my sight

Fuck a Twitter beef, he hatin' on me, give that shit a like

What I name an eater, wouldn't believe it, he would make a wife

Broski rock the slim fit, won't even cop it, they don't make it tight

I'm a big baggy, Marc Jacob pants, stepping type of nigga

I'ma turn your shit up, make your price go up, type of nigga

I'ma turn my hoe up, you a blow up, phone up, type of nigga

Type shit, type shit, type shit, type shit

I'm tryna get rich, you a hope I don't type of nigga

I don't even wear my Ricks, all these little niggas hype to get them, type shit

Type shit, type shit, type shit

I be on some Fresh type shit, I can't even fuck with niggas who don't live this life

Even half of them that get to this point still don't do it right, type shit

No action, they just like to type shit

Type shit, type shit, type shit

Shit like that, type shit, type shit, type shit, type shit

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Wife a hoe, that's the type shit, I can't do it

Round my way, always show me love, I came through

Start my day, gotta roll me one to get through it

Type shit, type shit, type shit, type shit, type shit

Type bitch I like, wouldn't even look your way, honestly

Typing all day, bitch just pull up on me, come and see

Counting up this cake, put the icing around a hundred G's

I don't see the point in interacting, we ain't talking cheese

Like my bitch say, be for real

Just as quick as that pack came, I want it gone, out my sight

Out my sight

Fuck a Twitter beef, he hating on me, give that shit a like

What I name an eater, wouldn't believe it, he would make a wife

Broski rock the slim fit, won't even cop it, they don't make it tight

I'm a big baggy, Marc Jacob pants stepping type of nigga

I'ma turn your shit up, make your price go up type of nigga

I'ma turn my hoe up, you a blow a phone up type of nigga

I'm trying to get rich, you a hope I don't type of nigga

I don't even wear my Ricks, all these little niggas hype to get them type shit

Type shit, type shit, type shit

Nobody know my bitch, see me with her, now they trying to get her

Make disses be direct, like deposits that they send a nigga

Type shit, type shit, type shit