Ghost Town lyrics

[Chorus: T.Y.]
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 n*ggas down
They got this motherf*cker lookin' like a ghost town
Ain't nobody hustlin' no more
I don't see nobody hustlin' no more (do your thing n*gga)
Ain't nobody hustlin' no more (it's f*cked up)
Man ain't nobody hustlin' no more (yeah, huh, look)

[Verse 1: T.Y.]
And it's gon' be a whole lot of hell if fool think I'm soft
I'm really 'bout all of that G sh*t you hear me talk
Certified everywhere, so if you thought
That you was gon' rob some' 'round here, n*gga 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 n*ggas 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 n*gga 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 sh*t
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 motherf*ckers 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
[Chorus: T.Y.]
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 n*ggas down
They got this motherf*cker 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

[Verse 2: G Perico]
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 n*gga, you got to go out and get it
f*ck 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 n*ggas gettin' chipped at the second line
Me and my n*gga T.Y. down to pull out and pop
We bought foreigns and we bought Chevys
Bought Glocks for the spot, got my lil n*ggas bustin' down rocks
I'm flyin' in your city, on this million dollar mission
It's a million other n*ggas in the world bullsh*tting
It's true, they don't hustle no more
And when this sh*t get gangster they ain't bustin' no more
It's G
[Chorus: T.Y.]
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 n*ggas down
They got this motherf*cker 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