Tryna get to you Way in New York City tryna get to you Swear to god 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 the opps broke as fuck, how the fuck they droppin' dimes? 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 Kojack 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 niggas '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 nigga 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 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