NYC Lyrics

I'm out in NYC


Bitch I'm tryna get geeked


I got some breesh

Now I need me 


Some bitches to meet


I call up Timeout to link


Hopefully he got the stink


Fuck what you think


And pass me the liquor the drink



These niggas left me for dead 


Now they'll never see me again


Bussin' on yuh bitch

Runnin' up with the ends


Only fuckin' for tonight


But we can play pretend

I do 60 for the 8th 


I ain't fiendin' for the 10


Smoking big boy j's 


And we burn them to the end


Wake up hitting the trap 


And making the pack to a backflip


I never been into boujee bitches 


That be fakin' the trap shit


I never fuck with no one groupie nigga


That be flexin' for captions


Nigga I'm making it happen 


And I got a hoe in Manhattan


Used to be flexin', finessin' 


Used to ride wit dirty weapon


Money is time is the lesson


I need them minutes and seconds

I'm smokin' that za on the West end


Wit a mistress and her best friend


With the 4-5
I'm Stephen


My nigga 
On some Trae Young


I been that nigga since day one


And I'll stay that way 


'Til my day come


My bih look at me like a steak


And now she suckin' up my A1


I'm boutta blow like Osama


And Imma be rich when the pay come



I'm out in NYC


Bitch I'm tryna get geeked


I got some breesh


Now I need me 


Some bitches to meet


I call up Timeout to link


Hopefully he got the stink


Fuck what you think


And pass me the liquor the drink



I'm out in NYC

Bitch I'm tryna get geeked


I got some breesh


Now I need me 


Some bitches to meet


I call up Timeout to link


Hopefully he got the stink


Fuck what you think


And pass me the liquor the drink