My Type Of Time

[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" Niggas 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 niggas 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 shit got a big kick Off a yellow shit give me a lil itch Got no time for a widow bitch And she only wanna fuck on me cuz I'm lit I ain't dumb this bitch 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 bitch 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 shit 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 nigga scoring baskets Imma up i ain't cappin He got swept cuz that nigga was lacking Bitch 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 niggas 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" Niggas 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)