What Type of Shit You On (feat. Playboi Carti)

Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, you dig? You know what I'm sayin'? Nawf talk, Nawf talk (ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney) Yeah What type of shit you be on? (What you on?) I know them folks tappin' your phone (12) I'm a dog so I need me a bone Fifty cap bullets take down your home Shit gettin' hot 'round my way Fifteen-year-old kid watch the apartments with TECs Thirty round clip and it hang off my waist I got a trap, that bitch trap out the place (trap, trap) 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' that ass I'm with the TEC Diamonds, they red Everything red Nigga, I'm on Xans, huh Niggas tryna talk like that Get your man, uh Bitch 'bout to lose his head I just walked down on a opp, I ain't even ran, yeah I just walked down on a pussy, the fuck's he sayin'? I just walked down on a pussy, the fuck's he sayin'? First I'ma cop all the coupes Then I'm gon' cop me some land First I'm gon' cop me some diamonds We coppin' some land 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 Fifty cap bullets take down your home Shit gettin' hot 'round my way Fifteen-year-old kid watch the apartments with Ks Thirty round clip and it hang off my waist I got a trap, that bitch trap out the place (trap, trap) All about that action, your bitch gon' get sprayed Droppin' some Actavis, pink lemonade (pourin' up Act) Back to back cookie blunts take to the face I'm good on my fashion, Dior on my waist (Christian Dior) I got a Jewish lawyer, takin' 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, that shit get to burstin' (double the pump) Smoke in the Maybach, I'm closin' the curtains Looked at my partner, which one is you workin'? My brothas be hungry, they always be lurkin' Seven it in the mornin', cellphone twerp 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 (hidden hills) 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 Fifty cap bullets take down your home Shit gettin' hot 'round my way Fifteen-year-old kid watch the apartments with Ks Thirty round clip and it hang off my waist I got a trap, that bitch trap out the place (trap, 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