Type Shit Lyrics

Ten toes down never gone switch

Spent sixteen down on the ricks

Spent a light two fifty on the wrist

Sliding in a foreign type shit

Couple tings in the back of benzy

Tequila sippin down for the weekend

Twenty seven floors up at the beacon

I took her out the streets

Now I need my street cred

Slide

Slide with me

Let the top back catch a vibe with me

Stars in the roof touch the sky with me

Light another one come get high with me

Trips in MIA out in Brickel

Got a chauffeur in a Ghost take me everywhere

Two-tone AP I ain't playing fair

She cheating on em with a real one wish em well

CB told me hoes ain't loyal

She screaming Yxng Tae and I don't even know her

Break up thru text for a little closure

Text didn't go thru I ain't mean to ghost ya

Let me rizz you up

Let me rizz you up

Baby what's ya name tell me where you from

She loving my approach and my confidence

It's really hard to lose when you really him

Ahhh Ahhh Ahhh

Said she wanna vibe

By the end of the night

You know it's only right

Sexy can I hit it from the front

Then hit it from the back

Know you like it like that

Then we take it to the bed

Then we take it to the floor

Then we chill for a second

Then we back at it some more

Baby throw them bands up

Party at the mansion

Ain't catching feelings catching flights back to Tampa

Baby think I'm handsome

Hoes think I'm Santa

Shawty keep dancing

She gonna do anything for me

Ten toes down never gone switch

Spent sixteen down on the ricks

Spent a light two fifty on the wrist

Sliding in a foreign type shit

Couple tings in the back of benzy

Tequila sippin down for the weekend

Twenty seven floors up at the beacon

I took her out the streets

Now I need my street cred

Slide

Slide with me

Let the top back catch a vibe with me

Stars in the roof touch the sky with me

Light another one come get high with me

Ten toes down never gone switch

Spent sixteen down on the ricks

Spent a light two fifty on the wrist

Sliding in a foreign type shit

Couple tings in the back of benzy

Tequila sippin down for the weekend

Twenty seven floors up at the beacon

I took her out the streets

Now I need my street cred