Future - Type Shit Lyrics

[Intro: Future]
Yeah, yeah, Pluto

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

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

[Bridge: Future, Playboi Carti & Travis Scott]
Kick the slow flow, jitsu type shit (Open it up, add it up)
Red lock in my dreadlocks, I'm on bool type shit (Fuck it up, add it up)
Cook a n***a up like food type shit (Fuck it up, fuck it up)
Posted up with my dogs, Scooby Doo type shit (Fuck it up, woo)

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

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