What Typa Shit

[Chorus]
Like what typa shit is this?
Like what typa shit is this that I be hearing, is these niggas serious?
These niggas weird as a bitch I ain't fucking with none of ’em period
I ain't fucking with none of these niggas I can't take ’em serious
I be on serious shit, man this some serious shit
And you best take it serious

[Verse]
I pop the TEC if I'm curious
I be on Eddie, delirious
Car get fast and furious tryna keep hold of this cup
While I'm steering it, I see the jakes in the mirror I'm smashing
I'm breaking the pedal, off pills and drank on a whole 'nother level
Dumbass boy triеd to duck but Big Q in the cut
He got hit with a whole 'nothеr metal
My brother shoot then I shoot too, he move too quick
I'ma pick up two sticks then connect with the pair like Bluetooth
Get popped through the top of the car
Get a shot through the coupe roof, ooh-ooh
Big ass bullets not deuce-deuce
Finna put all them bitches inside of you
So, we can watch yo’ homies lie on you
Pop out the K’ shit it sound like we shooting
Say the nigga ran up, now the nigga ain't moving
Pull up at his house shooting bricks like the New York Knicks
Gave that boy 33 like I’m Ewing, pulled up on the block with a bitch
Make me look good make a broke ass nigga look stupid
Man these niggas ain't real as they posted up with a snitch I'm like "What typa shit is they doing?"

[Chorus]
Like what typa shit is this?
Like what typa shit is this that I be hearing, is these niggas serious?
These niggas weird as a bitch I ain't fucking with none of ’em period
I ain't fucking with none of these niggas I can't take 'em serious
I be on serious shit, man this some serious shit
And you best take it serious