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BabyTron - Type Shit Lyrics



BabyTron - Type Shit Lyrics
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I'm the youngest in charge
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Told them I'm the youngest in charge, huh, bitch, look
(Ay, ay, ay Melly, what the f*ck is this?)

Bitch
I'm the youngest in charge
At the counter, with the clerk, punchin' in cards
Wanted six figures, now I need a hundred M's large
You can't make the first down, I'm comin' ten yards
Think you f*ckin' with the gang, you comin' fent' bars

Boy you know you laced
Talkin' bout you doin' this and that but boy you know you ain't
He in here cappin', all that hat, that shit ridiculous
Too much gwala in the skinnies, couldn't fit the blick in it
(Damn, twenty eight, skinny)
556's with the green tips, feel like Iayze

Leavin' out the cleaners fresh to death, feel like Ace
Za smoke, burnin' in my eyes, feel like mace
This a V12, but I don't feel like racin'
Ain't no bitches, dead prezis what I feel like chasin'

Out in Cali, all these flavors, shit I feel like facin'
It's some voodoo in our double cups, gang feel like Hatians (haha)
Every sip muddy, 5 percent wrapped around the whip off mirror tint buffies
Why the f*ck when you get money people get funny?
Them dolla signs'll show their true colors
2022 ours, tell 'em pick a new summer

(F*ck, 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, $3 type shit
I'm just ridin' 'round dolo, 3 choppas type shit (oh my god)
NHLs came 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 thuggin', I ain't finna type shit bro

Adonis, we'll pull up with that baby drac'
Charged up off a Yerky, better not try shit, bro
In Milwaukee, charged Giannis for a pint of Quagy, aye
They ask how I do it, shit I'm turnt type shit

No traction in this bitch, I'm finna swerve type shit
F*ck the US, the hottest on the earth type shit
Dirty Faygo got me slurrin' all my words like shit
Come get the bag off

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

Pop 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

Type shit
Type shit
Amiri jeans, bitch, that type shit
Better not try to type shit
Shittyboyz
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I'm the youngest in charge
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Told them I'm the youngest in charge, huh, bitch, look
(Ay, ay, ay Melly, what the f*ck is this?)

Bitch
I'm the youngest in charge
At the counter, with the clerk, punchin' in cards
Wanted six figures, now I need a hundred M's large
You can't make the first down, I'm comin' ten yards
Think you f*ckin' with the gang, you comin' fent' bars

Boy you know you laced
Talkin' bout you doin' this and that but boy you know you ain't
He in here cappin', all that hat, that shit ridiculous
Too much gwala in the skinnies, couldn't fit the blick in it
(Damn, twenty eight, skinny)
556's with the green tips, feel like Iayze

Leavin' out the cleaners fresh to death, feel like Ace
Za smoke, burnin' in my eyes, feel like mace
This a V12, but I don't feel like racin'
Ain't no bitches, dead prezis what I feel like chasin'

Out in Cali, all these flavors, shit I feel like facin'
It's some voodoo in our double cups, gang feel like Hatians (haha)
Every sip muddy, 5 percent wrapped around the whip off mirror tint buffies
Why the f*ck when you get money people get funny?
Them dolla signs'll show their true colors
2022 ours, tell 'em pick a new summer

(F*ck, 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, $3 type shit
I'm just ridin' 'round dolo, 3 choppas type shit (oh my god)
NHLs came 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 thuggin', I ain't finna type shit bro

Adonis, we'll pull up with that baby drac'
Charged up off a Yerky, better not try shit, bro
In Milwaukee, charged Giannis for a pint of Quagy, aye
They ask how I do it, shit I'm turnt type shit

No traction in this bitch, I'm finna swerve type shit
F*ck the US, the hottest on the earth type shit
Dirty Faygo got me slurrin' all my words like shit
Come get the bag off

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

Pop 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

Type shit
Type shit
Amiri jeans, bitch, that type shit
Better not try to type shit
Shittyboyz
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Writer: James Johnson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, EMPIRE PUBLISHING

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Performed By: BabyTron
Language: English
Length: 2:36
Written by: James Johnson

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