Metro Boomin & Future Type Shit (feat. Playboi Carti & Travis Scott)
Lyrics from Snippets & 3/17 Rolling Loud performance
[Intro: Future]
Yeah, yeah, Pluto
[Chorus: Future]
I don't hang with rats, that's some new type shit (Pluto)
Get a nigga whacked, on the news, type shit (Pluto)
Sippin' drank, actin' for the screw, type shit
Just a sad ho, running through the crew, type shit
I got a bad bitch at home, a voodoo, type shit
Take down Meg Thee Stallion's by the group, type shit
[Verse 1: Future]
That's some thick shit, I just thought you knew, type shit
I just tricked off on this drip, it ooze, type shit
Pockets racked up, all blue, type shit
Bunch of rich niggas, hoes get confused, type shit
Atlanta nigga, feel like Tina Turner, type shit
On camеra, rockin' all the jaws loose, type shit
I cancеlled her, kick her out the stu', type shit
I'm silent, yeah, might just keep cool with your bitch
Solid nigga, counting all the food, type shit
Movin' through the city with your boo, type shit
She's ready to suck me up like soup, type shit
You goin' against the guys, you gon' lose, type shit
I pray to God I ain't knock you out your shoes, type shit (Type shit)
[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Pop a bottle, ready, 'bout to shoot, type shit
Put a Double 0 in a mood
Serotonin, that's a cool technique
Oxycontin, bitch, she finna lose (Alright)
Used to wanna feel it, like a zoo, type shit
I just got the fumes, take a shroom
Eating all the Percs, that's some food, type shit
Show me how you work, final four, type shit
Eatin' all the Percs, on some food, type shit
Eatin' all the Percs, on some food, type shit
All the hoes crushin' on some fool, type shit
All the hoes crushin' on some fool, type shit
All the hoes crushin', on some fool, type shit
All the hoes crushin', on some fool, type
Eatin' all the Percs, on some food, type shit
Feelin' so high, I'm on the moon, type shit
[Bridge: Future & Playboi Carti]
Kick the slow flow, jitsu, type shit
Relock my dreads and remove, type shit
Cook a nigga up like a food, type shit
Throw shit up on my diamonds, perfect move, type shit
[Verse 3: Playboi Carti & Future]
She put it all on my balls, I gotta move, type shit
Diamonds, they cover my flaws, I got that new, type shit
Hundred round drum, make it bust, lookin' like I knew, type shit
All of my jeans are saggin', I think I new a type shit
Put the ho down by the gang, now she scratchin' my danger, type shit
Shawty thought she was she the one, I was forever a boss bitch
The gang say rollin', count up, is familiar, type shit
Eighty one thou' for the teeth, I still ain't smiling for this bitch
Let's talk about Chananay, what she want? IG model shit
I'm still a superhero, so how the f..ck I'ma have 'em shit?
Now she throwin' it back, she on her body, yeah, type shit
All I want is ass and titties, on some type shit
Sippin' on drank, mud
Sippin' my cup, Metro
Said that he my hero, type shit
Type shit, I can see dollar signs, woah, on my Mike shit
What the f..ck y'all talking about bodies for? Y'all just type shit (Pluto)
[Chorus: Future]
I don't hang with rats, that's some new type shit
Get a nigga whacked, on the news, type shit
Sippin' drank, actin' for the screw, type shit
Just a sad ho, running through the crew, type shit
I got a bad bitch at home, a voodoo, type shit
Take down Meg Thee Stallion's by the group, type shit
[Outro: Playboi Carti & Future]
Talk your shit Metro, rockstar-type shit
Molly all in my drink, rockstar-type shit
Take her home to Turks, she a monster, type shit
Ho don't speak no English, money talk, type shit
She f..cking 'round with moguls 'cause I'm a boss, type shit
