22Gz ft. Julio Foolio, SPMB Bills - No Love City Lyrics

(Ghosty)

See an opp, I'ma spazz out
Let me know if you down with the crash out (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
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
Bend through, mask on, tinted windows, nigga, it's a blackout (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt, gang-gang)

Get up close, can't shoot from far
Three deep when we spin in cars
Gun in his face, see the sparks
Hop out and chase him, send him to God
Aim at his wig, stoppin' his heart
Roll up and smoke him like he a cigar (smoke him, smoke him)
22 the G.O.A.T. and the youngest in charge (yougnest in charge)
Gotta thank God that I spanked all them charges (gang-gang-gang)

See an opp, I'ma spazz out
Let me know if you down with the crash out (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
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
Bend through, mask on, tinted windows, nigga, it's a blackout (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt, gang-gang)

Pass me the Smith & (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
Seekin' revenge on the opps (come here), tryna hide we gon' get 'em
Spinnin' again, let the nine off, took a chunk out his liver (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
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 (baow)
We gon' catch a PD, we don't play 'round (grrt)
See these niggas, kids on the playground (kids)
I'ma beat they ass with some K rounds (baow)
Huh? What you say now?
Got big twirlers in the A now (grrt)
No Lil Boosie, you get fade now
No ocean, you get sprayed now (splatt)
Headshot, leave him face down (baow)
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' straps, bro
No, you can't perform, take the backdoor
See it's Chrome Hearts 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 Kemba (woah)
Might fade away like Kobe (Kobe)
I'm a real two-four killer (on gang)
Six Block, we the top opp niggas (on gang)
Ask around, boy, we done drop niggas
The opps know us as the minivan boys
Pull up with them twirlers, we done really shot niggas (hahaha)
Sixth grade, boy, 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 (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
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
Bend through, mask on, tinted windows, nigga, it's a blackout