Rae Sremmurd's career is definitely in it's infancy—while they have been steadily working in their local circuit for over eight years, these two appeared on most listener's radars seemingly out of nowhere—which might explain their penchant for negating every phrase, like two toddlers excitedly resisting every authority figure, encroaching on their independence. When they yelled at potential trouble-making haters to exit the "No Flex Zone", they innocently danced their way onto a hit. It has become one of the major anthems of the summer, a feat that has become one of the biggest indicators of potential star power and importance. Swae Lee and Slim Jimmy are back refusing to be in a box, but with a much more mature sound on "No Type".
Mike Will Made-It has invested a lot of time and production into Rae Sremmurd (which is his imprint's name, Eardrumma's, spelled backwards), which has been a great gamble on his part. Like their previous tracks, "We" and "No Type", Swae Lee and Slim JImmy's youthful exuberance makes "No Type" impossible to ignore. When this added to the ridiculous production coming from Mike, who has recently been experimenting more frequently, and Lee, your body automatically begins to bop and the lyrics enter your brain through osmosis.
"No Type" is a song about how Rae Sremmurd aren't too picky, they just like the good things in life; typical rapper things: expensive clothes, foreign cars, top shelf alcohol, quality pharmaceuticals and the baddest chicks. One can nitpick their rhymes, but they would be missing out on some of the most clever line heard so far this year, like "Chop the top off the Porsche, that's a headless horse."
Mike Will's and Swae Lee's spacey minimalist beat will blow out your speakers, the low end is vicious. The synthesizers and the added sounds keep your neck snapping along with the percussion driving your body to do weird things. Everything about "No Type" is infectious, like Rae Sremmurd's earlier work. Check it out, you won't be disappointed.