Playboi Carti, YRN Murk - What Type of Shit You On lyrics

Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, you dig?
You know what I'm saying?
Nawf talk, Nawf talk
(Chase the money,  chase the money) yeah

What type of shit you be on? (What you on?)
I know them folks tapping your phone (12)
I'm a dog so I need me a bone
50 Cal bullets take down your home
Shit gettin' hot 'round my way (Fire, fire)
15-year-old kid watch the
Apartments with TECs
Thirty round clip and it hang off my waist
(Thirty round clip)
I got a trap, that bitch trap out the place
(Trap)


(What?) baby, I just woke up with this shit
I just woke up with this bitch
I just woke up with this bitch on my dick
I just pulled up and we poppin' y'all asses
Play with that TEC (Doo doo doo doo)
Diamonds, they red (Doo doo doo doo)
Everything red (Doo doo doo doo) , yeah
Nigga, I'm on Xans, huh
Big chopper talk like that (yeah, yeah)
Better get your man, uh
Bitch 'bout to lose his head (yeah, yeah)
I just walked down on a opp
I ain't even ran (yeah)
I just walked down on a pussy
The fuck is he sayin'? (Cash)
I just walked down on a pussy
The fuck is he sayin'? (I came in this)
First I'ma cop all the coupes
Then I cop me some land
(Coppin' it, coppin' it, coppin' it)
First I'm gon' cop me some diamonds
We coppin' some land
(Coppin' it, coppin' it)
Diamonds, they cover my body
Just check out my hands

What type of shit you be on? (What you on?)
I know them folks tapping your phone (12)
I'm a dog so I need me a bone
50 Cal bullets take down your home
Shit gettin' hot 'round my way (Fire, fire)
15-year-old kid watch the
Apartments with TECs
Thirty round clip and it hang off my waist
(Thirty round clip)
I got a trap, that bitch trap out the place
(Trap)


All about the action
Your bitch gon' get sprayed
Drop me some Actavis, pink lemonade
(Pourin' up Act')
Back to back cookie blunts
Straight to the face (Straight to my face)
I'm good on my fashion, Dior on my waist
(Uh)
I got a Jewish lawyer, taking care of my case
Migo Gang, I put this shit in your face
(yeah, yeah)
It's too late to pray for mercy (yeah)
Double pump shotgun, now she get to bursting
(Double the pump) smoke in the Maybach
I'm closing the curtains
Looked at my partner
Which one is you workin'?
My brothas be hungry, they always be lurkin'
Seven it in the morning, self on twerk
You better get down 'cause
These bullets be hurtin'
Cross a nigga up like my name was Irving
Run up in the spot and them boys look nervous
I live in the hills so
I'm havin' no service (It ain't here)

What type of shit you be on? (What you on?)
I know them folks tapping your phone (12)
I'm a dog so I need me a bone
50 Cal bullets take down your home
Shit gettin' hot 'round my way (Fire, fire)
15-year-old kid watch the
Apartments with TECs
Thirty round clip and it hang off my waist
(Thirty round clip)
I got a trap, that bitch trap out the place
(Trap)

And you know what, nigga?
You actin' like a lil' bitch right now
You actin' real paranoid and shit
Now, these motherfucker smoked
Your goddamn cousin in front of you, nigga
Blew his head off in front of your face
And you ain't gon' do shit?
You actin' like a lil' bitch right now
Nigga