My Type Of Time Kenzo Balla

[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