"My Type Of Time" lyrics
Like, what? (Grah, grah, boom)
Like, Like, Every opp shot
Everything Dead
Everybody K
(Perfect, perfect) Ahh
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)
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
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
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
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)
Grah, grah, grah boom
Every opp shot Ahh
Ahh Like what
Grah grah boom
MB (ahh)
Like, Like, Every opp shot
Everything Dead
Everybody K
(Perfect, perfect) Ahh
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)
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
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
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
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)
Grah, grah, grah boom
Every opp shot Ahh
Ahh Like what
Grah grah boom
MB (ahh)
