Type Shit Lyrics

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I'm ripping and running say type shii

When I scroll through the gram I don't like shit

Cuz niggas flexing on the gram

You knowing where I am

I ain gotta hide shit

Niggas say they do or die shit

Only cuz they never try shit

Pull uzi till I hear click

Listen to it go bat man and it got a side kick

Prolly think I'm talking Robin

But I miss my Nigga 23

And I miss my Nigga Jason

I'll just be waiting till they let my young niggas free

Can't forget my Nigga sauce

I swear my Nigga had the recipe

Got locked up then he passed the spoon to me

I will break niggas wrist if you say that you ain't feeling me

I'll break down the doors to the industry down

I stay calling everyone family

But nun of you niggas is keen to me clowns

Might tell my boy keem grab tha gun

And he never pull it just for fun

876 all the way to one

You're screaming out

Run Ricky run

And while he be shooting at Ricky

I will be with Vicky

She said she gone play with my dicky

She bent over start giving licky

Then said it was icky

She said It started getting sticky

I sed lemme suck yo tittes

Said they Itty bitty

Told her I'm king of that committee

She said period

Girl you not from the city

I love when she hot everything getting litty

Foreign Chick i had to register

Throw on my Ralph when I'm wrecking her

Only speak Spanish

I pulled out my phone

Then sent adios

After I'm finish sexting her

I'm out like my Nigga zoom

Told her I cant jump a broom

Hit a lick on that Pussy first rule to robbing

When you finish you gotta clear the room

Got me saying type shit type shit

Oh girl just look at my fit my fit

Hol up wait lemme first take a pic a pick

Prolly need new ice on my wrist wrist

Got me screaming type shit shit

I'm trying to go and get rich get rich

Give 33 bands to my bitch my bitch

So leave me alone

Just suck on my dick my dick

I'm ripping and running say type shit

When I scroll through the gram I don't like shit

Cuz niggas flexing on the gram

You knowing where I am

I ain gotta hide shit

Niggas say they do or die shit

Only cuz they never try shit

Pull uzi till I hear click

Listen to it go bat man and it got a side kick

Chopper tickle you like elmo

Get tears from your laughter and use em for ammo

I wet at Nigga I'm feeling like Rambo

Pull up wit my soldiers we all dressed in camo

My Niggas went nuts on they pay day

We flying first class give a fuck bout what they say

And if you say that we ain't

I'm coping bazookas shooting down the pilot niggas yelling mayday

You only get one wish like ray ray

Don't play with me boy this not a game of 2k

Smoking ha out throwing the deuce like quota and my Nigga zay say

Got niggas confused through the weekend like

They made another Friday without day day

Don't give a fuck about what she say

We Can't kick it i'm not a sensei

I'm ripping and running say type shit

When I scroll through the gram I don't like shit

Cuz niggas flexing on the gram

You knowing where I am

I ain gotta hide shit

Niggas say they do or die shit

Only cuz they never try shit

Pull uzi till I hear click

Listen to it go bat man and it got a side kick

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