Type Shit Baby Jungle (Ft. Lil Gotit)

[Intro: Baby Jungle & Lil Gotit]
Yeah, nigga
I'm real HoodBaby
Let's get it
Type shit

[Verse 1: Baby Jungle & Lil Gotit]
Like I'm Giannis, I'm committed to the bucks (I get bucks)
Come through like the Men In Black without a tux (Type shit)
Put that pressure on him, make him self-destruct (Yeah, fasho')
Niggas ain't gettin' money, I know life sucks (Hmm)
CD on my feet, Dior stepping
Trap from state to state, do what I want, change the setting
Better stay in yo' lane, hop in mine, niggas wrecking
Cut his feet off, hmm, these niggas ain't stepping (Huh, huh)
Type shit that I'm on if I wanna push the issue
Call me Mr. Pop It, but I ain't talkin' no pimple (Boom, nigga)
Real HoodBaby, but my lifestyle rich, expensive
We gon' get the money, long as it come out the printer

[Verse 2: Lil Gotit]
It's just me and Jungle, 'bout us get popped like a pimple (Hrrr)
Christian Dior, Casablanca, this shit ain't simple (Naw)
All my shooters ain't no point guards, them niggas centers
We just copped so many BeyBlades, cause we some spinners
We in Skyami on yachts, yeah we livin' like the Pope (Pope livin')
I got ten pointers in every row, she fuckin', get her throat (Fasho')
Burnt and turnt, that's for certain, but I been goin' up on hoes
Snotty crew, we catch him lackin', creep up on him, wipe his nose
New Givenchy pieces in, bitch we born to win (Top Chef)
Can't have none if she not a twenty, my basic bitches ten (Facts)