Migos & Cardi B – Type Shit Lyrics

Migos & Cardi B – Type Shit Lyrics
Type Shit
Migos & Cardi B
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    "Type Shit." - Migos & Cardi B

    Album: Type Shit - Single
    Track No: 01
    (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 opps 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, grrah)
    Shots get to firin', 'cause some **** 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 till 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 ****, 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)
    This the type shit that's out yo lane
    Type shit, type shit, this the type shit (Let's roll)
    This the type shit that get yo bitch hit (Smash)
    This the type shit that got you trendin' (Trend)
    This the type shit that get yo shit split
    I pour a pint and drink that shit in thirty 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 private 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 Yoncé with this Birkin
    But I'm Rowland with this Kelly (Grrr)
    Type shit, type shit, this the type shit (Let's roll)
    This the type shit that get yo bitch hit (Smash)
    This the type shit that got you trendin' (Trend)
    This the type shit that get yo shit split
    Calling shots (Brrrr), order the semi's, then score on the opps (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 ****, 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 **** gon' duck for me (Go)
    **** 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, **** don't threaten me
    Put out a hit, in two-months and 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)
    Young **** spinnin', they takin' they souls (Spin)
    Want a promotion, now he gettin' blowed (Blow)
    Y'all **** 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 yo bitch hit (Smash)
    This the type shit that got you trendin' (Trend)
    This the type shit that get yo shit split

    Writer(s): Belcalis Almanzar, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Darryl Clemons, Jacob Michael Deimler, Jorden Thorpe, Kiari Cephus, Kirshnick Ball, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Quentin Leo Boehnke, Rai'Shaun Williams, Shane Lindstrom & Torae Carr.

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