text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah
  It cost a half a ticket for a glass wrist 
  But it aint cost me nothin for this bad bitch 
  We the ones that break the stage , then get paid 
  Came in the game, get yo stain, bet the opps know all our names 
  Aint you entertained? I bossed her, now she plain 
  The struggle where we came , theres smoke behind my game 
  Shots get to firin, cause some niggas got to hittin 
  Made em spin twice, cause I swear I thought he missed 
  Fuck that smoke shit, I got ice on my wrist 
  Still get my hands dirty, Ill wash em til its drenched 
  Look up in the sky, its a bird, its a plane
  Bitch, its the Rocket with all of these chains 
  She got a nigga, but shit, she told me she doin her thang 
  Where theres a plug, well, none are more rockin right now on terrain 
  This the type shit thats out yo lane
  Type shit, type shit, this the type shit 
  This the type shit that get yo bitch hit 
  This the type shit that got you trendin 
  This the type shit that get yo shit split 
  I pour a pint and drink that shit in thirty minutes 
  Ever since I jumped up off the porch I been gettin it 
  Thinkin bout them bags we had stashed in the kitchen 
  They said that society had turned me to a menace 
  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 Im gay, all I do is buy shit
  From the projects to the private jets, Ive been a fly bitch 
  Once hoes start doing bad, they need somethin they can blame it on
  Bitches couldnt be as hot as me in the summertime with a blanket on
  Bitches really be puppets, Im in the Lamb-chop and I dont play along 
  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 lookin real light and this ass lookin real heavy
  Feel like Yoncé with this Birkin, but Im Rowland with this Kelly 
  Type shit, type shit, this the type shit 
  This the type shit that get yo bitch hit 
  This the type shit that got you trendin 
  This the type shit that get yo shit split 
  Calling shots 
  Order the semis, then score on the opps 
  Scrape up the pennies before I was poppin 
  Fuck her, dismiss her, Im that type of guy 
  Upping my fire and Im waving it 
  Take off the top, I done gutted it 
  Call me two harlet before I had busted it 
  Flex on you niggas, this shit gettin ugly 
  I got a Patek inside of the Cullinan 
  I tell her suck on me, I tell her fuck on me
  Keep it a buck with me, up and its stuck with me 
  If we get into it, you niggas gon duck for me 
  Niggas go buck for me, shoot up the club for me 
  They want the recipe, body like Nestlé
  Try get the best of me, but I aint going 
  She like an athlete, nigga, dont threaten me
  Put out a hit, in two-months and he gone 
  Put out the bitch, she was here for too long 
  We dont need a loan, the mob Capone 
  I make an M with a blindfold 
  Jump out the gym with some bows of the dope 
  Them niggas spinnin, they takin they souls 
  Want a promotion, now he gettin blowed 
  Niggas already know 
  Set aint no ho, he gon come as a ghost
  Type shit, type shit, this the type shit 
  This the type shit that get yo bitch hit 
  This the type shit that got you trendin 
  This the type shit that get yo shit split 
  Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
  Mu-Mu-Mu-Murda