Letra da Música Type To de Smokepurpp

Whoa

I got skinnies up on my Glocks, still fit in those (Pop, pop)
I put a hole in him, now he a walking Cheerio (B-r-r-r)
Type to fuck your bitch inside your house and eat your cereal (Fuck yo')
He said he a tough guy, turn his bitch into a widow (Widow, widow)
I'm the type to fuck your bitch and sneak out through the window (Bitch)
You the type to not fuck and start talking to the pillow (To the pillow)
I'm the type to walk inside the store and tell 'em, "Bill those" (Uh)
You the type to walk inside the store and try to steal clothes

And I keep that Glockie, bitch I'm quick to blow a face off (B-r-r)
I got two white bitches topping me, having a face-off (Face-off)
And I keep my 'migos with me, like my name is Takeoff (Migo)
How the fuck you ballin' and don't got a bed to lay on? (Uh)
I be on my Elon Musk shit, so high that I'm outer space (T-s-s)
Bitch, don't get too cocky, there's hoes in line that want your place (Want that)
If it's opps in here, then fuck it, we 'gon let it spray
Them 223s will turn your head into a different shape (B-r-r)
I flew the bitch here, fucked her then I flew her back (Flew her back)
I might vacuum seal a bitch, and treat her like a pack
You can turn the lights off and my diamonds tell you where I'm at (Ayy)
Run up on me, I'll leave ketchup stains all on your back (Ayy)
I fucked her, I passed her, hot potato (Hot Potato)
Bitch, I'm playing with this money like this shit is Play-Doh (Yee)
I'll knock his head down to his feet, he Mr. Potato (B-r-r)
He came looking for a lick, he left with a halo (Ayy)

I got skinnies up on my Glocks, still fit in those (Pop, pop)
I put a hole in him, now he a walking Cheerio (B-r-r-r)
Type to fuck your bitch inside your house and eat your cereal (Fuck yo')
He said he a tough guy, turn his bitch into a widow (Widow, widow)
I'm the type to fuck your bitch and sneak out through the window (Bitch)
You the type to not fuck and start talking to the pillow (To the pillow)
I'm the type to walk inside the store and tell 'em, "Bill those" (Uh)
You the type to walk inside the store and try to steal clothes