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Type Shit
3995
East Coast Rap
Type Shit è stato pubblicato il 27 giugno 2025 da Ru Gang Records come parte dell'album Type Shit - Single
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Data di uscita27 giugno 2025
EtichettaRu Gang Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM75

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yolo Ru
Yolo Ru
Performer
kerry braithwaite
kerry braithwaite
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
kerry braithwaite
kerry braithwaite
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yolo Ru
Yolo Ru
Recording Engineer

Testi

Type sh*t, type sh*t, type sh*t
Get it out the mud, don't need no help, type sh*t
Gotta keep that pistol by your belt, type sh*t
Shoot at me, we shootin' back, don't give a f**k, type sh*t
I ain't writin', I'm just goin' off the top, type sh*t
Got a new white b*tch, at a cool ice wrisk
You don't get no bread, you can't move like this
Run this shit, no legs, yeah, you smooth, type sh*t
Don't do no talkin', we ain't here to break no rules, type sh*t
Gone so , I can't make attendance, place your order,
Tell a homie, chill, yeah, you gon' wait a minute It's gon' take a day to spin it,
Way these ni**as bitin' all my rhymes, this shit is plagiarism
Ni**as always ridin' with the opps until you layin' with them,
Sleep, ni**a I'm gon' blow a bag, don't hang with cheap ni**as Puttin' belts to ass, don't give a f**k, they know we beat ni**as
I don't roll with cheap hitters So much water on me, everybody look like sea critters And nowhere you can eat with us,
I'm gone
Get it out the mud, don't need no help, type sh*t
Gotta keep that pistol by your belt, type sh*t
Shoot at me, we shootin' back, don't give a f**k, type sh*t
I ain't writin', I'm just goin' off the top, type sh*t
Got a new white b**ch, at a cool ice wrisk
You don't get no bread, you can't move like this
Run this shit, no legs, yeah, you smooth, type sh*t
Don't do no talkin', we ain't here to break no rules, type sh*t
Too trim when I be steppin', I be stressin' these hoes
I could never make no cash without that recipe, though
I had to cook up the coke, weight up the blow Tellin' bro how I'm gon' get me 20 or so, you know
When everybody hurt, they look at me, type sh*t
Throwin' money, told her, hate, we had to meet like this
Bro, they stackin' paper up, yeah, every week like this
They in a race that I'm just proppin' up my feet, type sh*t
Get it out the mud, don't need no help, type sh*t
Gotta keep that pistol by your belt, type sh*t
Shoot at me, we shootin' back, don't give a f**k, type shit I ain't writin',
I'm just goin' off the top, type shit Got a new white b**ch, at a cool ice risk
You don't get no bread, you can't move like this Run this sh*t, no legs, yeah, you smooth, type sh*t
Don't do no talkin', we ain't here to break no rules, type sh*t
Written by: kerry braithwaite
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