Future & Metro Boomin – Type Shit Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, Pluto

I don’t hang with rats, that’s some new type ***
Get a *** whacked on the news, type ***
Sippin’ drank and Activis on some Screw, type ***
Just a sad ho runnin’ through the crew, type ***
I got a bad *** at home, voodoo type ***
Take down Meg Thee Stallion’s by the group, type ***

That’s some thick ***, I just thought you knew, type ***
I just tricked off, I don’t just usually do this type ***
Pockets racked up, all blue, type ***
Bunch of rich niggas, hoes get confused, type ***
Atlanta ***, I live like Ted Turner, type ***
On camera, knockin’ jaws loose, type ***
I canceled her, kick her out the stu’, type ***
A silent hitter, I just keep it cool with you ***
A solid ***, countin’ dog food, type ***
Movin’ through the city with your boo, type ***
She’s ready to suck it up like soup, type ***
You goin’ against the guys, and you gon’ lose, type ***
Pray to God they knock you out your shoes, type *** (Type ***)

Pop it, pop it, right up out the blue, type ***
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 started strippin’, takin’ shrooms
Eatin’ all the Percs, on some food, type *** (Open up)
Shawty make it work, 9-to-5 type *** (Open up)
Eatin’ all the Perkies, on some food, type *** (Open up)
Eatin’ all the Perkies, on some food, type *** (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 *** (Going up)
All the homies crushin’ on some fool, type— (Open up)
Eatin’ all the Perkies, on some food, type ***
Feelin’ so ***, I’m on the moon, type ***

Kick the slow flow, jitsu, type ***
Relock my dreadlocks, I’m on bool, type ***
Cook a *** up like food, type ***
Posted up with my dogs, Scooby Doo, type ***

She grippin’ all on my balls, I gotta move, type ***
Diamonds, they cover my flaws, I got that brand new, type ***
Hundred round drum, make it bust, soundin’ like that new, type ***
All of my jeans are saggin’, I think I’m moving, type ***
Put the ho down with the gang, now she think she my major, type ***
Shawty thought she was she the one, I will forever have a boss ***
The gang say rollin’, count up, it’s familiar, type ***
Eighty one thou’ for the teeth, I still ain’t smiling for this ***
This ho think she better than me? She on that IG model ***
Shawty said I’m a superhero, so how the *** I’ma hide-up ***?
*** give me dome in the back, she on her bobblehead, type ***
All I want is ass and ***, I ain’t got no type ***
Sippin’ on drank, Pluto, hey
Sippin’ my drank, Metro
Said that he my hero, type ***
Might put some dollars in my glasses, woah, woah, on my Mike ***
What the *** y’all talking about bodies for? Y’all just type *** (Pluto)

I don’t hang with rats, that’s some new type ***
Get a *** whacked on the news, type ***
Sippin’ drank and Activis on some screw, type ***
Just a sad ho runnin’ through the crew, type ***
I got a bad *** at home, voodoo type ***
Take down Meg Thee Stallion’s by the group, type ***

Tags all over my shirt, uh, rockstar-type ***
Molly all in my drink, uh, rockstar-type ***
‘Bout to take a ho to Turks, she a monster, type ***
She don’t don’t speak no English, money talk, type ***
She *** me, ran her mouth ’cause I’m a boss, type ***