Type Shit

I'm the youngest in charge

Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch

Told them I'm the youngest in charge, huh, bitch

Look (A-A-A-Ayy Melly, what the fuck is this?)

Bitch

I'm the youngest in charge

At the counter with the clerk, punching in cards

Wanted six figures, now I need a hunnid M's large

You can't make the first down, I'm coming ten yards

Think you fucking with the gang? You coming fent' bars

Boy, you know you laced

Talking 'bout you doing this and that but, boy, you know you ain't

He in here capping, all that hat, that shit ridiculous

Too much guala in the skinnies, couldn't fit the blick in it

(Damn, twenty-eight skinny)

5.56s with the green tips, feel like iayze

Leaving out the cleaners fresh to death, feel like Ace

Za smoke, burning in my eyes, feel like mace

This a V12 but I don't feel like racing

Ain't no bitches, dead Prezis what I feel like chasing

Out in Cali, all these flavors, shit, I feel like facing

It's some voodoo in our double cups, gang feel like Haitians, ha-ha

Every sip muddy

Five percent wrapped around the whip off mirror tint buffies

Why the fuck when you get money people get funny?

Them dollar signs'll show their true colors

2022 ours, tell 'em pick a new summer

(Fuck, shit)

Enhanced fake ID, I'm finna fly to Europe

Granny think it's Kool-Aid but this a pint of syrup

(Yeah, I done grew up granny, look, alright)

I'm just tryna get rich, three commas type shit

Used to walk around broke, three dollars type shit

I'm just riding 'round dolo, three choppas type shit (Oh my god)

NHLs skating 'round, iced up type shit

We just piped him down, he was piped up type shit

Don't mug, you get to live life once type shit

I was down but I had to climb up type shit (Type shit, damn)

You internet thugging, I ain't finna type shit, bro

Adonis, we'll pull up with that baby Drac'

Charged up off a yerky, bet not try shit, bro

In Milwaukee charging Giannis for a pint of Quagy, ayy

They ask how I do it, shit, I'm turnt type shit

No traction in this bitch, I'm finna swerve type shit

Fuck the US, the hottest on the earth type shit

Dirty Faygo got me slurring all my words like, shit

Come get the bag off me

You a rookie, you can't even try to trash talk me

Two cups from Dunkin' Donuts, I ain't grab coffee

I just left the lot, you know I told them bitches Trackhawk me

Two-forty on the dash type shit

Popped out with a fifty ball just to flash type shit

Gangaroonie in the back, they can match type shit

Supreme coat off the backpack type shit

Freestyle type shit, no, I ain't write shit

Huh, huh, type shit

Huh, huh, type shit

Amiri jeans, bitch, that type

Bet not try to try shit

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