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TYPE SHIT
466
Hip-Hop/Rap
TYPE SHIT was released on February 5, 2025 by Stinc Team as a part of the album GRANDMASTER RALFY 2
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Release DateFebruary 5, 2025
LabelStinc Team
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ralfy the Plug
Ralfy the Plug
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Devante Caldwell
Devante Caldwell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ricky P
Ricky P
Engineer
ViperBeats
ViperBeats
Producer

Lyrics

(BX1)
"You don't fuck with me, Ralfy, you just want my money"
(Viper)
Type shit, type shit
"You don't fuck with me, Ralfy, you just want my money"
Hmm, type shit, type shit
You can keep that wack pussy, I just want them hundreds
Huh, type shit, type shit
Hundred thousand whips, doin' donuts up in public
Huh, type shit, type shit
A wife in your house, but an eater when she clubbin'
Huh, type shit, type shit
I can't fuck with a broke-ass bitch that's a dub
I just want your money, I ain't tryna fall in love
See me in the Bay before you see me in the club
Fresh Awful Lot of Cough Syrup 'fit thanks to Dubb
Chiefin' heavily while I'm thinkin' 'bout the lost trophies
Losin' Drakeo in the city hit harder than Kobe
You can't tell who the boss 'cause we all got Rollies
Don't hang with rats, just bosses and parollies
Multi-colored froze diamonds look like bollies
Used to see the money, I be spendin' when I'm in Dover
Walk in the room, they break necks 'cause of my aura
Huh, type shit, type shit
We know that you a dog, but why you do it to your foreign?
Huh, type shit, type shit
Neiman Marcus, shoppin' out the clearance rack at Nordstrom
Huh, type shit, type shit
"You don't fuck with me, Ralfy, you just want my money"
Hmm, type shit, type shit
You can keep that wack pussy, I just want them hundreds
Huh, type shit, type shit
Hundred thousand whips, doin' donuts up in public
Huh, type shit, type shit
A wife in your house, but an eater when she clubbin'
Huh, type shit, type shit
If you goin' crazy, I won't bool you when you suck it
Huh, type shit, type shit
It feel good to be a joint, bitch, I love it
Huh, type shit, type shit
Security in the club, don't look cool, I don't trust 'em
That's okay, 'cause I brought my own musket
On my grind since a kid like Chad Muska
Givin' the blues over some music from a trumpet
Make America great again, they done brought Trump back in
Hmm, type shit, type shit
We know you got the gas 'cause it smell like a skunk walked in
Hmm, type shit, type shit
"You don't fuck with me, Ralfy, you just want my money"
Hmm, type shit, type shit
You can keep that wack pussy, I just want them hundreds
Huh, type shit, type shit
Hundred thousand whips, doin' donuts up in public
Huh, type shit, type shit
A wife in your house, but an eater when she clubbin'
Huh, type shit, type shit
Written by: Devante Caldwell
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