CDC Sayless - Typeshit

What type of shit is you niggas really on
What type of time is you bitches really on
I heard that nigga talking shady, Tryna play me, tell the truth
Pussy nigga, shit, I really put you on, shit, I really showed you how to break it down

World win, don't stop till your wrist lock up
Headshot, ain't no need to put your hands up
Nigga, fuck them niggas like I'm running with the Klan, my nigga
What type of shit is you niggas really on

What type of time is you bitches really on
I heard that nigga talking shady, Tryna play me, tell the truth
Pussy nigga, shit, I really put you on, shit, I really showed you how to break it down
World win, don't stop till your wrist lock up

Headshot, ain't no need to put your hands up
Nigga, fuck them niggas like I'm running with the Klan, my nigga
One time for the one time
I keep change 420, that's a 4-5

Two niggas make a dime, every time, main line
So you know I fuck around and fuck both fives
Okay, it's go time, loadin' up both nines
I like the blunt, then my nigga hit both lines

Ayy, boss, go and tell him about the gun line
Fuck him, get the bus and go and tell him what's the word around town
Hey, word around town, say less
Got the hood goin' up on some ooh-ooh, ah, shit, ah, shit

Let me call the ox quick, they been on some op shit
Grab the Glock, put him in the box quick
Fuck him, I'ma put him in the cockpit
I say cock when I ride with my white bitch

Beat him up like Tyson on some all-night shit
Biking on the air, yeah, tight shit
What type of shit is you niggas really on
What type of time is you bitches really on

What type of time is you bitches really on
I heard you niggas talkin' shitty, tryna play me tell the truth
Pussy niggas, shit, I'll really put you on
Shit, I really showed you how to break it down and cut

Whirlwind, don't stop, till your wrist lock up
Headshot, ain't no need to put your hands up, nigga
Fuck them niggas like I'm running with the K, my nigga
What type of shit is you niggas really on

What type of time is you bitches really on
I heard that nigga talkin' shitty, tryna play me tell the truth
Pussy niggas, shit, I'll really put you on
Shit, I really showed you how to break it down and cut

Whirlwind, don't stop, till your wrist lock up
Headshot, ain't no need to put your hands up, nigga
Fuck them niggas like I'm running with the K, my nigga
Two times, I don't really think they caught that

Catch up, lil' nigga, oh yeah, I'm drippin' where your soul sat
Straight off the lot, no thirty, they tagged, yeah, I bought that
Speedin' through the East, R.T., bumpin' sauce back
Now they askin' stupid questions about the back end

Try to link up, but you niggas went tappin
Oh, they say, listen, oh yeah, she smellin' like the pack-end
S 500, stupid grin when I back in
Word around town, say less

Got the hood goin' up on some ooh-ooh-ah shit, ah shit
Let me call the ops quick, they been on some op shit
Grab the Glock, put him in the box quick
My mama put him in the cockpit

I say cock when I ride with my white bitch
Beat him up like Tyson, off of my old Nike shit
Biting on the head, yeah, type shit
What type of shit is you niggas really on

What type of time is you bitches really on
Heard that nigga talkin' shady, tryna play me, tell the truth
Pussy nigga, should I really put you on
Should I really show you how to break it down

Add click, whirlwind, don't stop till your wrist lock up
Headshot, ain't no need to put your hands up, nigga
Fuck them niggas like I'm running with the K, my nigga
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Chris
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Written by:
Anthony Hall Jr.

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