Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Love City, artist - 22gz. Date of issue: 21.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Love City |
| See an opp, I’ma spazz out |
| Let me know if you down with the crash out |
| Reversin' the whip, catch him slippin', I’ma chase his ass down |
| Gun in your spot, hella blicks, ain’t no need to map out |
| Been through, mask on, tinted windows, nigga, it’s a blackout |
| Glock can shoot from far (Shoot from far) |
| Three deep when we spin in cars (Spin in cars) |
| Brand his face, see the sparks (See the sparks) |
| Hop out and chase him, send him to God (Send him to God) |
| Aim at his way, stoppin' his heart |
| Roll up and smoke him like he a cigar (Smoke, smoke) |
| 22 the G.O.A.T. |
| and the youngest in charge (G.O.A.T., G.O.A.T.) |
| Gotta thank God that I on them charges (On them charges, gang-gang-gang) |
| See an opp, I’ma spazz out |
| Let me know if you down with the crash out |
| Reversin' the whip, catch him slippin', I’ma chase his ass down |
| Gun in your spot, hella blicks, ain’t no need to map out |
| Been through, mask on, tinted windows, nigga, it’s a blackout |
| Pass me the Smithin' (Pass that shit) |
| Off a bike, I roll up and clip 'em |
| Pass me the Glock, spin the block, I hop out and hit 'em |
| Seek all revenge on the opps (Come here), tryna hide we gon' get 'em |
| Spinnin' again, let the nine off, took a chunk out his liver (Skrr-skrr-skrr) |
| My pop’s took a shot to the head, and I’m tryin' find his killer (R.I.P.) |
| Show no remorse to the other side, it’s a homicide when we spin 'em |
| Mask on, it’s a blackout (Huh?) |
| Got two blickies for the wave out (Bow) |
| We gon' catch a PD, we don’t play 'round (Grr) |
| See these niggas, kids on the playground (Kids) |
| I’ma beat they ass with some K rounds (Bow) |
| Huh? |
| what you say now? |
| Got big twirlers in the A now (Grr) |
| No Lil Boosie, you get fade now |
| No ocean, you get sprayed now |
| Headshot, leave him face down (Bow) |
| Might hit the tap by his eyebrow |
| Know these niggas prayin' that it die down (Prayin') |
| But it’s not though, I’ma keep on buyin' shots, bro |
| No, you can’t perform, take the backdoor |
| See it’s Chromehearts on the hat, though, uh-huh |
| Hundred blicks in the rental (In the rental) |
| Beat his block, instrumental (Gang) |
| Opps say they be drillin' |
| Them niggas lyin' like Simba (Lyin'-ass) |
| Make yo' block hot in the winter (In the winter) |
| Might step back like kimber (Woah) |
| Might fade away like Kobe (Kobe) |
| I’m a real 24-killer (On gang) |
| See the block, we the top-opp niggas (On gang) |
| Ask around, boy, we done drop niggas |
| The opps know us at the minivan, boy |
| Pull up with them twirlers, we done really shot niggas (Hahaha) |
| Sixth grade, way I been a hot nigga (I swear) |
| I’m booted and rollin' off jiggas |
| Every day, I’m surrounded by hitters |
| Felons and shooters and killers (Gang) |
| See an opp, I’ma spazz out |
| Let me know if you down with the crash out |
| Reversin' the whip, catch him slippin', I’ma chase his ass down |
| Gun in your spot, hella blicks, ain’t no need to map out |
| Been through, mask on, tinted windows, nigga, it’s a blackout |