[Intro]
(Costra Nostra)
Type shit
Type shit
(Stupid Dog, I ain't gon' lie, this bitch hard)
Yeah
[Verse]
I been fuckin' with her for a minute (Type shit)
Brand-new cars, it look like they be rented (Type shit)
If I missed your call, it wasn't no service (Type shit)
It ain't that I don't trust you, I'm just nervous (Type shit)
I been fuckin' with her for a minute (Type shit)
She only got her body done for me (Type shit)
Quagen off the cold Cherry Sprite (Type shit)
Put her legs behind her head tonight (Type shit)
They still think I want some niggas dead (Type shit)
I can't go nowhere without my pole (Type shit)
If we catch him, we gon' take whatever off him, nigga (Type shit)
She red, but she like 'em dark as coffee, nigga (Type shit)
Hit this sack, chasin' bitches, some a thousand-dollar night shits
Fuck whoever out there talkin' 'bout me, got my eyes twitchin'
I don't drive the car, but like to crank it, got a prized engine (Uh)
They might think I'm from Saginaw 'cause I'm with all villains (Bitch)
Fuck her good to fix her attitude (Type shit)
They kicked me out of school, that's why I'm trappin', nigga
Oh, them niggas actin' funny with you? (Type shit)
You ain't lettin' 'em get no money with you? (Type shit)
Uh, I could pull up presidential if I wanted to
I act like I had some shit to do 'cause I ain't wanna move
Once you get that dough, you can't quit talkin' 'bout it (Type shit)
I want the Cybertruck, see if the auction got it (Type shit)
When it's done, it be done, we don't talk about it (Type shit)
Oh, you must don't do this often, you too hype about it (Type shit)
I got so much shit in pocket, pulled a knife up out it (Type shit)
It's like I gamble with my life, we shootin', yeah (Stupid Dog, I ain't gon' lie, this bitch hard)
It's like I gamble with my life, we shootin' dice about it (Fuck it)
Two sticks in the box, I'm pullin' rice up out it (Come on)
Purple bag from Aviani, pullin' ice up out it (Ooh)
Okay, they say that talk is cheap, I get a price up out it (Type shit)
I been fuckin' with her for a minute (Type shit)
I can't cut you off, I want you in it (Type shit)
Tonight, I'm turnin' up, it ain't no limits (Type shit)
I'ma make a flick and put you in it (Type shit)
Type Sh*t was written by Louie Ray.
Type Sh*t was produced by StupidDogBeats.