What Type of sh*t You On lyrics

[Intro: YRN Murk]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you dig?
You know what I'm saying?
Nawf talk, Nawf talk
(Chase the money, chase the money)
Yeah

[Chorus: YRN Murk]
What type of sh*t 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
sh*t 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 b*tch trap out the place (Trap)

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
(What?)
Baby, I just woke up with this sh*t
I just woke up with this b*tch
I just woke up with this b*tch on my di*k
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
n*gga, I'm on Xans, huh
Big chopper talk like that (Yeah, yeah)
Better get your man, uh
b*tch '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 pus*y, the f*ck is he sayin'? (Cash)
I just walked down on a pus*y, the f*ck 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
[Chorus: YRN Murk]
What type of sh*t 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
sh*t 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 b*tch trap out the place (Trap)

[Verse 2: YRN Murk]
All about the action, your b*tch 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 sh*t 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 n*gga 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)
[Chorus: YRN Murk]
What type of sh*t 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
sh*t 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 b*tch trap out the place (Trap)

[Outro]
And you know what, n*gga?
You actin' like a lil' b*tch right now
You actin' real paranoid and sh*t
Now, these motherf*cker smoked your goddamn cousin
In front of you, n*gga, blew his head off in front of your face
And you ain't gon' do sh*t?
You actin' like a lil' b*tch right now, n*gga