Type Shit Lyrics – 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 bitch 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 bitch, 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 niggas got to hittin’ hittin’, Made em’ spin twice, ’cause i swear i thought he missed go, Fuck 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, Bitch it’s the rocket with all of, These chains bitch it’s the rocket, She got a nigga 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 bitch 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 fuck society fuck em’.
Look , I say this the type shit, Bitches 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 bitch mwah, Once hoes start doing bad, They need something they can blame it on, Bitches couldn’t be as hot as me, In the summertime with a blanket on, Bitches 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 fuck 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, Fuck 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 niggas this shit gettin’ ugly ugly, I got a patek inside of the cullinan ah.
I tell her suck on me i tell her fuck on me, Keep it a buck with me up in it stuck with me yessir, If we get into it you niggas gon’ duck for me go, Niggas 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 nigga don’t threaten me, Put out a hit in two-months he gone hit, Put out the bitch 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 niggas spinnin’ they takin’ they souls spin, Want a promotion now he gettin’ blowed blow, Niggas 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 bitch hit smash, This the type shit that got ya trendin’ trend, Killed it right quick but we ain’t finish no.
Type Shit Song Info:
| Song: | Type Shit |
| Singer(s): | Migos, Cardi B |
| Musician(s): | Migos |
| Lyricist(s): | Migos, Cardi B |
| Label(©): | Migos |