Type sh*t lyrics

[Intro: Future]
Yeah, yeah, Pluto

[Chorus: Future]
I don't hang with rats, that's some new type sh*t
Get a n*gga whacked on the news type sh*t
Sippin' drank and Actavis on some Screw type sh*t
Just a sad ho runnin' through the crew type sh*t
I got a bad b*tch at home, voodoo type sh*t
Take down Meg Thee Stallions by the group type sh*t

[Verse 1: Future]
That's some thick sh*t, I just thought you knew type sh*t
I just tricked off, I don't just usually do this type of sh*t
Pockets racked up, all blue type sh*t
Bunch of rich n*ggas, hoes get confused type sh*t
Atlanta n*gga, I live like Ted Turner type sh*t
On camera, knockin' jaws loose typе sh*t
I canceled her, kick hеr out the stu' type sh*t
A silent hitter, I just keep it cool with you b*tches
A solid n*gga, countin' dog food type sh*t
Movin' through the city with your boo type sh*t
She's ready to suck it up like soup type sh*t
You goin' against the guys and you gon' lose type sh*t
Pray to God they knock you out your shoes type sh*t (Type sh*t)
[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Pop it, pop it, right up out the blue type sh*t
Put the Double O in a mood
Serotonin, that's a cool type mix
Oxycontin, mix it with balloons (Alright)
East Atlanta feelin' like a zoo type mix (Open up)
Shawty, shawty strippin', takin' shrooms
Eatin' all the Percs, on some food type sh*t (Open up)
Shawty make it work, 9-to-5 type sh*t (Open up)
Eatin' all the Perkies, on some food type sh*t (Open up)
Eatin' all the Perkies, on some food type sh*t (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 sh*t (Going up)
All the homies crushin' on some fool type— (Open up)
Eatin' all the Perkies, on some food type sh*t
Feelin' so high, I'm on the moon type sh*t

[Bridge: Future, Playboi Carti & Travis Scott]
Kick the slow flow, jitsu type sh*t (Open it up, add it up)
Red lock in my dreadlocks, I'm on bool type sh*t (f*ck it up, add it up)
Cook a n*gga up like food type sh*t (f*ck it up, f*ck it up)
Posted up with my dogs, Scooby Doo type sh*t (f*ck it up, woo)

[Verse 3: Playboi Carti & Future]
She grippin' all on my balls, I gotta move type sh*t
Diamonds, they cover my flaws, I'm actin' brand new type sh*t
Hundred round drum, make it bust, soundin' like that new type sh*t
All of my jeans is saggin', I think I'm over tight sh*t
Put the ho down with the gang, now she think she my manager type sh*t
Shawty thought she was the one, I will forever have a boss b*tch
The presi' set on me plain, I'm on some naked type sh*t
Eighty-one thou' for the teeth, I still ain't smiling for this b*tch
This ho think she better than me? She on that IG model sh*t
Shawty said I'm a superhero, so how the f*ck I'ma hide from sh*t?
b*tch give me dome in the back, she on her bobblehead type sh*t
All I want is ass and titties, I ain't got no type, sh*t
Sippin' on drank, Pluto, hold up
Sippin' my drank, Metro
Sittin' right here with my yayo type sh*t
Might put some diamonds in my gloves, woah, on my Mike sh*t
What the f*ck y'all talking about bodies for? Y'all just type sh*t (Pluto)
[Chorus: Future]
I don't hang with rats, that's some new type sh*t (New type sh*t)
Get a n*gga whacked on the news type sh*t
Sippin' drank and Actavis on some Screw type sh*t
Just a sad ho runnin' through the crew type sh*t
I got a bad b*tch at home, voodoo type sh*t
Take down Meg Thee Stallions by the group type sh*t

[Outro: Playboi Carti, Future & Travis Scott]
Tags all over my shirt, uh, rockstar type sh*t (Open it up, open it up)
Molly all in my dreads, uh, Rasta type sh*t (Open it up, open it up)
'Bout to take a ho to Turks, she a monster type sh*t (Type sh*t)
She don't speak no English, money talk type sh*t
She f*ck me, ran her mouth 'cause I'm a boss type sh*t (Woo)