My Type Of Time lyrics

[Intro: Kenzo Balla]
Like, what? (Grah, grah, boom)
Like, Like, Every opp shot
Everything Dead
Everybody K
(Perfect, perfect) Ahh

[Chorus: Kenzo Balla]
Baby let me know if you gon' ride
You movin wocky, what's the vibes?
I keep a Glocky by my side
Still super sitchy clutchin on this nine
Tryna make up for when I ain't have time
But you know I was stuck on the grind
Pop me a perky and say "Imma be fine"
n*ggas never on my type of time
Promise you love me and you never switch
When I'm in the trenches you the one I miss
Still moving tac the knock on my hip
But my feelings too wocky gotta take a sip
I would never talk on what we did
Promise you i never run my lips
Movin too hot was all up in a mix
Spinnin thru the oppas tryna blitz. (Like)

[Verse 1: Kenzo Balla]
I was too busy focused on the cash
I see n*ggas hatin cuz i got a bag
Remeber days when I was down bad
Now I'm in first I could never be last
My choppa on me imma up it and blast
Spot a opp in the spot we gon clash
I know an opp that got left in the cast
And I know its the reason they mad
Spinnin the opps cross him off the hitlist
It won't take a lot to get them dismissed
Get up on em don't shoot from a distance
Flock and the 40 this sh*t got a big kick
Off a yellow sh*t give me a lil itch
Got no time for a widow b*tch
And she only wanna f*ck on me cuz I'm lit
I ain't dumb this b*tch think I'm slick
[Bridge: Kenzo Balla]
Off the drugs to get me in my zone
I ain't tryna argue just leave me alone
In the stu' and you blowin up my phone
Think I'm with a b*tch i shoulda just stayed home
Heart cold so I'm dressed in all this chrome
I came up myself I did it on my own
Like, whats wrong?
Tryna grab my emotions and put that sh*t up in a song

[Verse 2: Kenzo Balla]
Im still in the 50 with my rachet
Tryna run up imma let you have it
Kenzo B I'm that n*gga scoring baskets
Imma up i ain't cappin
He got swept cuz that n*gga was lacking
b*tch I keep it on my why you asking
Im in the V i caught his ass in traffic
I seen Nazzy trip we had to clap em
Ion know I'm just stuck in my ways
Been stuck in this stu I've been locked up for days
She like "Boy [?]"
Thats why n*ggas gon follows your waves
[?]
If you seen me up then get out the way
Imma flock it put him in his place
Ain't aimmin for legs I'm aimmin for the face
[Chorus: Kenzo Balla]
Baby let me know if you gon' ride
You movin wocky, what's the vibes?
I keep a Glocky by my side
Still super sitchy clutchin on this nine
Tryna make up for when I ain't have time
But you know I was stuck on the grind
Pop me a perky and say "Imma be fine"
n*ggas never on my type of time
Promise you love me and you never switch
When I'm in the trenches you the one I miss
Still moving tac the knock on my hip
But my feelings too wocky gotta take a sip
I would never talk on what we did
Promise you i never run my lips
Movin too hot was all up in a mix
Spinnin thru the oppas tryna blitz. (Like)

[Outro: Kenzo Balla]
Grah, grah, grah boom
Every opp shot Ahh
Ahh Like what
Grah grah boom
MB (ahh)