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Type Shii
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Type Shii was released on May 5, 2026 by Pie-Rx as a part of the album S.O.G.
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AlbumS.O.G.
Release DateMay 5, 2026
LabelPie-Rx
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM76

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
A-Wax
A-Wax
Performer
C.M.L.
C.M.L.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
A-Wax
A-Wax
Lyrics
C.M.L.
C.M.L.
Lyrics
Vidal Garcia
Vidal Garcia
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Vidal Garcia
Vidal Garcia
Producer

Lyrics

Type shit, type shit
Type shit, type shit
Yo, yo, yo
Type shit, type shit
Type shit, type shit
We ain't worried 'bout a shot spotter
Burn a **** like a bonfire
The AMG like Knight Rider
He on paperwork like a typewriter
Ladder on me like a firefighter
Mask on like Mike Myers
Hank been ballin' for twenty summers
Makin' plays, I'm a highlighter
Ain't worried 'bout no competition
Funerals to the opposition
Trollin' all on Instagram
But he dead now 'cause we caught him slippin'
Jay's died and them **** lied on
Instagram like they caught him slippin'
Put a green light on your whole gang, don't
Be over there when them choppers spittin'
Ridin' 'round with them K's out
Dissin' me, now he laid out
Gangbangin' in the projects, but I own a mansion that's way out
I ain't payin' for no hits, ****
But whoever kill him gettin' cashed out
Kill everybody who he with, ****
We gon' spank them and then blast out
I'm banked up, playin' with a bag, a **** make me mad, I'ma flash out
I paid my dues and I got a lot to lose, but ****, I crash out
Ain't dissin' **** for no recognition, ****, I been had clout
Standover gang, lookin' down on **** 'til they gas out
Don't get used to that lame shit
Get some money with a gangsta, baby
Type shit, type shit
Get some money with a gangsta, baby
Don't get used to that lame shit
Get some money with a gangsta, baby
Type shit, type shit
Get some money with a gangsta, baby
White buffs with the blue tint
Whole bundle got a blue tint
Hit him with a few blue tips, now his body underneath a blue tent
Get some money and you lose friends
Just hit the Louis store and blew ten
Red rag on the Baby A with it, tyin' up a few loose ends
Get 'em in, then we get 'em gone
Me and rappers don't get along
Four heads say bank on it, that doesn't mean you can get a loan
Flew a bitch out from Miami, she was catfishing in the pictures though
So I spun off when I seen the bitch
And I made her get her own ticket home
Z06 got a lot of get up
Have his homies like, "Brody, get up"
All that trollin' just got him lit up
It's a pot of gold all on me, lit up
You slow as hell tryna start shit with us
Heavyweights, nah, you ain't big enough
Gettin' cake, touch it, meet the Cinnabon
What's his budget like? Mike Cinnabon
Duffle bag full of dead guys, 'bout the only thing that I like blue
Cashed out at the dealership, I'ma come new 'fore I buy you
Got a Creole bitch from Louisiana, born and raised on the bayou
Red rag wrapped around my head in this bitch, feelin' like Ryu
Don't get used to that lame shit
Get some money with a gangsta, baby
Type shit, type shit
Get some money with a gangsta, baby
Don't get used to that lame shit
Get some money with a gangsta, baby
Type shit, type shit
Get some money with a gangsta, baby
Type shit, type shit
Type shit, type shit
Written by: A-Wax, C.M.L., Vidal Garcia
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