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)