Текст песни Type Shit (feat. Lanky) - Lil Eazi

Godfather, damn, bro
I finna call 911 and report a attempted murder
Passing me blunts, you think we in a relay race (what a bummer)
I finna put this out and if he ask why, I'ma tell him I'm allergic to- (yeah, uh)

Straight out the bando, straight out my zone
Stocking the dough, I go straight off the hood
I just want popping and blow, I'm a goner
420, yeah, we gas marijuana
Tell my homies, "Bad and Boujee," my motto (motto)
Book a telly, yeah, we hittin' on models
Benji on my mind, let's go get her
Ben-z, I go purchase the roller (oh)

Flying and grinning in, got all the scrilla in
Finna getting, milli' rocking, go feeling it
Never wanna take a molly, go, killing me
Tryna get a shawty, grabbing and dealing in
Big face cut off mofos, now I'm achieving it
Yeah, I'm on my pop, passing puff-puff pass, niggas know that we hitting it
On the top, chopping in a hot tub as I'm rolling up, and I'm sipping it

(Lanky roll it up, roll it up, really)
Okay, okay, ay

I've been a man, I'm a real one, look at my face at the Billboard
You tryna kill a hunnid thousand, brother man, I wanna kill one
They say I look like triple X, my brother, you trying to view porn
You cannot pay me my money, my G, why you fuckin' with income?
You see my video for TikTok, if I give you girl, you go fit fuck?
You no see prick, you dey lick tongue, con see person wey dey mix up
Throw shades like a javelin, no condoms, man, I'm cumming in
Fuck naira, bring the dollar bills, they got a thousand, man, I got a mill'

Eazi, what you feel about these ladies, bro?
Lanks they everywhere, ain't no different ho
Don't you feel we ought to let 'em go?
Gotta taste 'em first, can't just let 'em go
Ay, get the money then you get the love
Like you saying gee, bitches come with bank
Pretty ladies wanna shake their bum
Let them come on in, let me keep it frank

Godfather, definitely what I'm on to see the father
Damn, earth was cool
Oh, this gas, gas '93 octane
Goddamn! Me? Nah