Type Shit

Typeshit, Typeshit
Typeshit, Typeshit
Typeshit, Typeshit
Typeshit, Typeshit
What it is, what it is, okay
What it is, what it is, oh
What it is, what it is, yeah
What it is, what it is

Outside so much, you would think I'm claustrophobic
Rollie on my arm, slide like a rollercoaster
Lawyer was a customer until he beat the case
Scotland Yard pub, taking lines to the face
Walked up in that bitch, and they knew we wasn't old enough
Walked up in that bitch, and they knew we brought some hoes with us
Knots in my pocket, no belt, pants falling
Had to put them bitches to the side, the trap calling
Have you ever slept in hotels for a month or two
Have you ever slept outside when you ain't wanted to
Thousand Oaks, me and zay about to slide
And break some hoes down while we high

Typeshit, Typeshit
Typeshit, Typeshit
Typeshit, Typeshit
Typeshit, Typeshit
What it is, what it is, okay
What it is, what it is, oh
What it is, what it is, yeah
What it is, what it is

I'm locked in, dialed in like a telephone
Every day working on being a better me
While everybody in LA is off the ketamine
I'm with this porn star, girl, her name is Melanie
Make me sing a melody
No, no, no, no
I just beat a felony
I don't need a handout, I don't need anything
I don't need a handout, I don't need anything
Never break the code, swear to God, I never told
On my soul, I never put another hoe before a bro
If I say Dwayne Rock Johnson, then I'm talking snow
And if I talk about a plate of food
That means I need some hoes

Typeshit, Typeshit
Typeshit, Typeshit
Typeshit, Typeshit
Typeshit, Typeshit
What it is, what it is, okay
What it is, what it is, oh
What it is, what it is, yeah
What it is, what it is