Lyrics Ghost Town - T.Y., G Perico

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