"Type Shit" lyrics

She got some Gucci on her purse
But she ain't got a dollar in it
Her boots ain't never seen the dirt
But damn it she gets dirty in 'em

She got that backwood, liquor
Smoking swishers, smiling in her mugshot picture
Think she crazy, meet her sister (Crazy)
Has an ugly stripper
Pistol in her F-150
Bought some Kansas shotgun with me
She on that ride until the tires fall off

Type shit
Southern drawl type shit
Lot of Paul Mall type shit
Grain alcohol type shit
Homegrown type shit
Type shit
I'm on it, I'ma take her home type shit
Type shit

She's in a drink until it's gone
But she ain't into hanging over
She knows her daddy raised her own
That's why you never see her sober

She on that if she wants it she can get it start her up
She'll never quit it badder than the baddest bitches (Damn)
Switch positions midnight on the patio
She roll me like a rodeo
We let all the neighbors know
We all doSE-si-do

Type shit
Southern draw type shit
Lot of Paul Mall type shit
Grain alcohol type shit
Homegrown type shit
Type shit
I'm on it, I'ma take her home type shit
Type shit

Yes, she wants another round, she ain't ever slowing down
You won't have to kick her out when she's shutting downtown
Type shit
Type shit
Yes, she wants another round, she ain't ever slowing down
You won't have to kick her out when she's shutting downtown
Type shit
Type shit