Type Shit Lyrics by Migos ft. Cardi B is latest English song with music also given by them. Type Shit song lyrics are written by Migos and Cardi B.
Type Shit Song Detail
Singer: Migos, Cardi B
Composer: Migos, Cardi B
Lyrics by: Migos, Cardi B
Type Shit Lyrics
Yeah yeah yeah uh
Yeah yeah uh yeah yeah
It cost a half a ticket for
A glass wrist half a milli’
But it ain’t cost me nothin’
For this bad bi**h ain’t cost me nun’ ho
We the ones that break the stage break then get paid pay
Came in the game get your stain
Bet the ops know all our names bi**h
Ain’t you entertained ho
I bossed her now she plain plain
The struggle where we came struggle
There’s smoke behind my game smoke
Soo grrraah
Shots get to firin’
’cause some ni**as got to hittin’ hittin’
Made em’ spin twice
’cause I swear I thought he missed go
F**k that smoke shit I got ice on my wrist ice
Still get my hands dirty I’ll wash em’
Til’ it’s drenched soo soo soo
Look up in the sky it’s a bird it’s a plane
Bi**h it’s the rocket with all of
These chains bi**h it’s the rocket
She got a ni**a but shit she told me
She doin’ her thang shit that’s cool
Where there’s a plug well none are more
Rocking right now on terrain where there’s a plug oh
Type shit type shit this the type shit let’s roll
This the type shit that get ya bi**h hit smash
This the type shit that got ya trendin’ trend
Killed it right quick but we ain’t finish no
I pour a pint and drink that shit in 30 minutes drink lean
Ever since I jumped up off the porch I been gettin’ it get it
Thinking bout’ them bags we had stashed in the kitchen bags
They said that society had turned me to a menace f**k society f**k em’
Look
I say this the type shit
Bi**hes love to type shit
I pull up marine serre
You know in some tight shit
My accountant think I’m gay
All I do is buy shit
From the projects
To the privates jets
I’ve been a fly bi**h mwah
Once hoes start doing bad
They need something they can blame it on
Bi**hes couldn’t be as hot as me
In the summertime with a blanket on
Bi**hes really be puppets
I’m in the lamb-chop
And I don’t play along skrrt
Are you stupid dumb or slow?
Got these frames from ricky o
All these verses I done slayed
All these looks that I done gave
Could have let these f**k hoes drown
But I let them ride my wave
Man these hoes looking real light
And this ass looking real heavy
Feel like beyonce with this birkin
But I’m rowland with this kelly grrr
Calling shots brrrr order
The semi’s then score on the ops score
Scrape up the pennies before I was poppin’ hey
F**k her dismiss her
I’m that type of guy get out of there
Up’ing my fire and I’m waving it fire
Take off the top I done gutted it gutted it
Call me two harlet before I had busted it before
Flex on you ni**as this shit gettin’ ugly ugly
I got a patek inside of the cullinan ah
I tell her suck on me I tell her f**k on me
Keep it a buck with me up in it stuck with me yessir
If we get into it you ni**as gon’ duck for me go
Ni**as go buck for me shoot up the club for me shoot
They want the recipe body like nestle
Try to get the best of me but I ain’t going no
She liked an athlete ni**a don’t threaten me
Put out a hit in two-months he gone hit
Put out the bi**h she was here for too long put out
We don’t need a loan the mob capone mob
I make an m with a blindfold whoo
Jump out the gym with some bows of the dope hey
Them ni**as spinnin’ they takin’ they souls spin
Want a promotion now he gettin’ blowed blow
Ni**as already know you know
Set ain’t no ho he gon’ come as a ghost
Type shit type shit this the type shit let’s roll
This the type shit that get ya bi**h hit smash
This the type shit that got ya trendin’ trend
Killed it right quick but we ain’t finish no