LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeType Shit (With Metro Boomin, Travis Scott and Playboi Carti)
Yeah, yeah, PlutoI don't hang with rats, that's some new type shitGet a nigga whacked on the news, type shitSippin' drank and Activis on some Screw, type shitJust a sad ho runnin' through the crew, type shitI got a bad bitch at home, voodoo type shitTake down Meg Thee Stallion's by the group, type shitThat's some thick shit, I just thought you knew, type shitI just tricked off, I don't just usually do this type shitPockets racked up, all blue, type shitBunch of rich niggas, hoes get confused, type shitAtlanta nigga, I live like Tina Turner, type shitOn camera, knockin' jaws loose, type shitI canceled her, kick her out the stu', type shitA silent hitter, I just keep it cool with you bitchesA solid nigga, countin' dog food, type shitMovin' through the city with your boo, type shitShe's ready to suck me up like soup, type shitYou goin' against the guys, and you gon' lose, type shitPray to God I ain't knock you out your shoes, type shit(Type shit)Pop it, pop it, right up out the blue, type shitPut the Double O in a moodSerotonin, that's a cool techniqueOxycontin, mix it with blues (Alright)East Atlanta feelin' like a zoo, type mix (Open up)Shawty started strippin', takin' shroomsEatin' all the Percs, on some food, type shit (Open up)Shawty make it work, 9-to-5 type shit (Open up)Eatin' all the Perkies, on some food, type shit (Open up)Eatin' all the Perkies, on some food, type shit (Going up)All the homies crushin' on some fool, type (Going up)Floodin' out the spot, it's like a pool, type mix(Add it up)All the homies crushin' on some fool, type shit (Going up)All the homies crushin' on some fool, type (Open up)Eatin' all the Perkies, on some food, type shitFeelin' so high, I'm on the Moon, type shitKick the slow flow, jitsu, type shitRelock my dreadlocks, I'm on bool, type shitCook a nigga up like food, type shitPosted up with my dogs, Scooby Doo, type shitShe grippin' all on my balls, I gotta move, type shitDiamonds, they cover my flawsI got that brand new, type shitHundred round drum, make it bustlookin' like that new, type shitAll of my jeans are saggin', I think I'm moving, type shitPut the ho down with the gangnow she think she my major, type shitShawty thought she was she the oneI will forever have a boss bitchThe gang say rollin', count up, it's familiar, type shitEighty one thou' for the teethI still ain't smiling for this bitchThis ho think she better than me? She on that IG model shitShawty said I'm a superheroso how the fuck I'ma hide-up shit?Bitch give me dome in the backshe on her bobblehead, type shitAll I want is ass and titties, I ain't got no type shitSippin' on drank, Pluto, heySippin' my drank, MetroSaid that he my hero, type shitMight put some dollars in my glasseswoah, woah, on my Mike shitWhat the fuck y'all talking about bodies for?Y'all just type shit (Pluto)I don't hang with rats, that's some new type shitGet a nigga whacked on the news, type shitSippin' drank and Activis on some screw, type shitJust a sad ho runnin' through the crew, type shitI got a bad bitch at home, voodoo type shitTake down Meg Thee Stallion's by the group, type shitTags all over my shirt, uh, rockstar-type shitMolly all in my drink, uh, rockstar-type shit'Bout to take a ho to Turks, she a monster, type shitShe don't don't speak no English, money talk, type shitShe fuck me, ran her mouth 'cause I'm a boss, type shit
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