One-Three - Clockstoppers Lyrics

I'm on different type of time
I'm on different type of time
This the time I'm on
This the time I'm on
I'm speed racing
Blow my mind got mine erased
She wanna get down, get a drink, a lil' taste
Head shot baby, no face that's no case
Look back, took shots, while I'm running from the jakes
Ain't nothing normal bout me I'm no basic
Got that 44 on me like it's maintenance
I don't take shit
From no one
Face it
I'm on one
I'm going up
Bm in my dm's like, please don't delete me
High off the zaza, I feel like I'm ET
Im so cold, ice froze on the Peezy
I'm on different type of time
I'm on different type of time
This the time I'm on
This the time I'm on
Only thinking bout myself
I'm sorry (yeah)
I don't remember nothing
That you told me (damn)
Every other minute they gon' call me up
Counting all this chicken, but it's not enough
You see the type of shit I'm on
You see the type of shit I'm on (uh)
You see the type of shit I'm on
You see the type of shit I'm on (uh)
You see the watch sitting on my arm
You see this thot sitting in my car
You see the money piling on the floor
How could you doubt that I ain't raw
She don't ever fight back
We f*ck off a bean
He the type to type that
Beef all in a tweet
Said ma, I'll be right back
I've been gone all week
We smoking a light pack
This gas is elite
She got that waist tight snatched
I'm ready to eat
Last bitch looked like a mic stand
In some skinny jeans
Ain't no Billie Jean
Ain't no 14 of February
Yeah she give good head
But the sex felt so legendary
Baby don't be switching up sides
Spin the block more than twice
I'm Mr. Thrice
Thought I told that we not nice
That I told you that we outside
I done been told the opps, It's on sight
Only guala, only dollars on my mind
Get it popping bitch
You know what type of time we on
You see the type of shit I'm on
You see the type of shit I'm on (uh)
You see the type of shit I'm on
You see the type of shit I'm on (uh)
Yeah
Got a vibe sitting in the car
She wanna ride and ball out with the stars
I go eenie meenie miny, pick a broad
She said that she like it, buy the store
I shouldn't let you round the f*cking bank
I think she throwing numbers to the safe
Hoes go kray kray cause my pockets straight
Smoking on grade A, it came from LA
Can't see nothing front of me
You know I'm in the fast lane
I shoot better when I'm tipsy
Call me Teddy Pain
I got better aim
Slide on em like cha cha
Way we roll up on em look like zaza
Know we had to catch him at the blind spot
Outside, we caught him lacking like the crime watch
They want the lights, camera, action
Not on my watch
We gon' box em out into a pine box
You see the type of shit I'm on
You see the type of shit I'm on (uh)
You see the type of shit I'm on
You see the type of shit I'm on (uh)