Jay Webb - Type Shit

She got some Gucci on her purse, but she ain't got a dollar in it Her boots ain't ever seen the dirt, but damn it, she gets dirty in 'em She got that backwood liquor, smokin' Swisher, smilin' in her mugshot picture Think she crazy? Meet her sister (crazy) as an ugly stripper Pistol in her F-150, bites the can to shotgun with me She on that ride until the tires fall off

Type shit (type shit, type shit) Southern drawl, type shit (type shit, type shit) Light a Pall Mall, type shit (type shit, type shit) Grain alcohol, type shit (type shit, type shit) Homegrown, type shit (type shit, type shit, type shit) Type shit (type shit) I'm on that I'ma take her home, type shit (type shit, type shit, type shit) type shit

She's into drinkin' 'til it's gone But she ain't into hangin' over She knows her daddy raised her wrong 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 rode me like a rodeo We let all them neighbors know, yee-haw, dose-do, type shit (type shit, type shit)

Southern drawl, type shit (type shit, type shit) Light a Pall Mall, type shit (type shit, type shit) Grain alcohol, type shit (type shit, type shit) Homegrown, type shit (type shit, type shit, type shit), type shit (type shit) I'm on that I'ma take her home, type shit (type shit, type shit, type shit), type shit

Yeah, she wants another round, she ain't ever slowin' down You gon' have to kick her out when she's shuttin' down the town Type shit (type shit, type shit, type shit) Type shit (type shit, type shit, type shit)

Yeah, she wants another round, she ain't ever slowin' down You gon' have to kick her out when she's shuttin' down the town Type shit (type shit, type shit, type shit) Type shit (type shit, type shit, type shit)