Typeannoyed Video (MV)

I'm in a mood right now
To like
Kill shit
Facts
I don't get tight no more
I just be type annoyed
Shoutout to Brittany
I do not type no more
I gotta fight for more
So tell em come get me
On a new type of time
Told em I like to rhyme
They will or won't feel me
But I'm getting right for sure
Might think I'm hollywood
When I get a milli
A milli, a milli, a milli
Like I'm feeling weezy
Count that shit up and take over the city
Might pull it out and start dubbing these thotties
Don't care if they pretty
Now ain't that ironic
Speeding away in a Ghini
The stars in my dust like I'm Sonic
They been tryna get in my head
So I had to wrap they shit up like a bonnet
Smoking the chronic
Never been one for the violence but now I guess I gotta push
One more quick hit of the kush
Crazy how I'm boutta eat
But I'm serving these looks
They say what you make yourself tastes the best
The reason I started to cook
Recipe ain't in no book
Make em reciprocate love that they took from me
I don't get tight no more
I just be type annoyed
Shoutout to Brittany
I do not type no more
I gotta fight for more
So tell em come get me
On a new type of time
Told em I like to rhyme
They will or won't feel me
But I'm getting right for sure
Might think I'm hollywood
When I get a milli
I don't get tight no more
I just be type annoyed
Shoutout to Brittany
I do not type no more
I gotta fight for more
So tell em come get me
On a new type of time
Told em I like to rhyme
They will or won't feel me
But I'm getting right for sure
Might think I'm hollywood
When I get a milli
Said I don't get tight no more
If shit getting grim, then I'm reaping, no Billy
Chopping it up so you know I'm gon kill it
I wanna rock velours
Hol' up, wait
I forgot the $ill¥Rock the Dragon, Ball
Don't want no more scraps from the bottom of the barrel
Need a ride or die girl through it all
Get her signing six figure checks in her wasted (Waisted) apparel
Singing a song of success, it's a carol
Shoutout my mama, she never gave up on me
N***as ain't even on the panel
But they be quick to start judging me
But f*ck it
Hate to see the way I shine
I love it
Tried to think of what really was mine
Got nothing
I had to get on the grind
Swallowed my pride and it upset my stomach
But the only thing I'm tryna throw up
Got blue and green on either side
Crisp to the touch
So when I look up at the sky
It's covered in bucks
They gon throw shade but I'm catching a vibe
Fly like the Nimbus, I'm high
I guess that's why
I don't get tight no more
I just be type annoyed
Shoutout to Brittany
I do not type no more
I gotta fight for more
So tell em come get me
On a new type of time
Told em I like to rhyme
They will or won't feel me
But I'm getting right for sure
Might think I'm hollywood
When I get a milli
A milli, a milli, a milli
Like I'm feeling weezy
Count that shit up and take over the city
Might pull it out and start dubbing these thotties
Don't care if they pretty
Now ain't that ironic
Speeding away in a Ghini
The stars in the dust like I'm Sonic
They been tryna get in my head
So I had to wrap they shit up like a bonnet
That shit was tough
Yeah
Like boost
I don't get tight no more