[Intro]
Tryna get to you
Way in New York City tryna get to you
Swear to god

[Verse]
Way in New York City, switching room with different bitches
I get guns in every city bitch I'm married to the trenches
Married to my Glock, bitch I'm married to my glizzy
When it's beef we smash the gas on all they ass, we show no limit
Got em popped, got em dropped, I heard he died from all that dissin'
6, he a G, we really litty, I lost my top, I got no ceilin'
I lost my heart, I got no feeling, and this Glock it got a 50
6 you wilin', 6 you trippin', get off the block, get out the trenches
Yeah I need a GPS cause I lost my mind
All thе opps broke as fuck, how the fuck they droppin' dimеs?
Fuckin' with that crazy bitch, like Kevin Federline
Chiropractor, tryna get my life back in line
Ain't a regular ass Glock, I put a dick in mine
Ay Rebecca call my phone, she keep on sniffin' lines
Ay this choppa make your block hot in the winter time
I don't know about you but my Glock got a dick in mine
Tinted up, brand new splatt ride, presidential
Saw my dawg in black and white, that shit was too official
Broke my heart because I know that I gotta kill him
When we do dealings show no feelings, stand on next shit business
I'm taking flights, just me and Cojack we in California
Man, TJ stole that Audi and put tint up on it
I'm poppin' perkies day and night, bae I'm a fuckin' stoner
Can't wait to get back to the city so I could put it on you
You smell that zaza on my body, bae that's my aroma
Know I'm the sickest in the city, something like corona
You got my soul, you got my heart, bae I'm a organ donor
Shout out the gang, bring up they name and then we bendin' corners
And then we stolo surfin', nah I can't fuck with none' these n***as 'cause I heard they workin'
They say Lil 6 he in his bag, something like a Birkin
You know we poppin' opps tops and we poppin' perkies
Hang up they jerseys n***a
Way in New York City, tryna get to you
Ride with my Glock, I pray I make it through
Karma comin' round like a hula hoop
They know I'm the sickest, something like the flu
[Outro]
They know I'm the sickest, something like the flu
Way in New York City, tryna get to you
Way in New York City, tryna get to you
Ride with my Glock, I pray I make it through
They know I'm the sickest, something like the flu
Way in New York City, tryna get to you
Way in New York City, tryna get to you
Ride with my Glock, I pray I make it through