Ghost Town - T.Y., G Perico

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