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Date of issue: 30.01.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ghost Town |
I said gangsters ain’t never went out of style |
They just had to lay low for a little while |
The feds had started to take hella niggas down |
They got this motherfucker lookin' like a ghost town |
Ain’t nobody hustlin' no more |
I don’t see nobody hustlin' no more (do your thing nigga) |
Ain’t nobody hustlin' no more (it's fucked up) |
Man ain’t nobody hustlin' no more (yeah, huh, look) |
And it’s gon' be a whole lot of hell if fool think I’m soft |
I’m really 'bout all of that G shit you hear me talk |
Certified everywhere, so if you thought |
That you was gon' rob some' 'round here, nigga hold your horses |
Me and BG Perico, ridin' up in the Regal |
Down Crenshaw, lookin' for a couple of skeezers |
Making nothin' out of something had became so easy |
So if you ain’t got no drama don’t go finding a reason, look |
Don’t get your ass ran over by these gangsters |
Snatch your chain and don’t give it back until you pay us |
Bricks 'round your feet 'cause I couldn’t find an anchor |
Then go ride on all fo your niggas until it ain’t none |
I remember being young, tryna pull on grown ladies |
Only thing stopped it was the difference between our ages |
Been an old soul, I been had these ways |
Been knew I was gon' be that nigga one of these days |
And my criminal tactics gettin' better with practice |
I don’t do too much talkin', more like makin' it happen |
If I stick to this rappin', I won’t do no more bad shit |
But I’m still gon' have to keep a few in the mattress |
If you don’t stay down, you won’t come up |
Shook off the motherfuckers who was showin' they fake love |
I’m on a jet thinkin' 'bout the next check |
I’m all about the money, show me where it’s at |
I said gangsters ain’t never went out of style |
They just had to lay low for a little while |
The feds had started to take hella niggas down |
They got this motherfucker lookin' like a ghost town |
Ain’t nobody hustlin' no more |
I don’t see nobody hustlin' no more |
Man ain’t nobody hustlin' no more |
Man ain’t nobody hustlin' no more |
13th Ward, and that hundred-eleventh street boy |
Playin' ghetto gospel, slidin' through the city of choppers |
'bout to get this money and split it up with my partners |
My nigga, you got to go out and get it |
Fuck talkin' and dreamin', you got to go out and live it |
I hear them hoes know voodoo in the boo |
Have your ass sprung like crazy, period blood and spaghetti |
I hear them niggas gettin' chipped at the second line |
Me and my nigga T.Y. |
down to pull out and pop |
We bought foreigns and we bought Chevys |
Bought Glocks for the spot, got my lil niggas bustin' down rocks |
I’m flyin' in your city, on this million dollar mission |
It’s a million other niggas in the world bullshitting |
It’s true, they don’t hustle no more |
And when this shit get gangster they ain’t bustin' no more |
It’s G |
I said gangsters ain’t never went out of style |
They just had to lay low for a little while |
The feds had started to take hella niggas down |
They got this motherfucker lookin' like a ghost town |
Ain’t nobody hustlin' no more |
I don’t see nobody hustlin' no more |
Man ain’t nobody hustlin' no more |
Man ain’t nobody hustlin' no more |