paroles de chanson No Love City (feat. Julio Foolio & SPMB Bills) - 22Gz feat. Julio Foolio & SPMB Bills

Ghosty

See an opp, I'ma spazz out
Let me know if you down with the crash out
Reversin' the whip (grrt), catch him slippin'
I'ma chase his ass down (baow, baow, baow)
Gun in your spot, hella blicks, ain't no need to map out
Bend through, mask on, tinted windows
Nigga, it's a blackout (gang, gang)

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

See an opp, I'ma spazz out
Let me know if you down with the crash out
Reversin' the whip (grrt), catch him slippin'
I'ma chase his ass down (baow, baow, baow)
Gun in your spot, hella blicks, ain't no need to map out
Bend through, mask on, tinted windows
Nigga, it's a blackout (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 (blicky, the blicky, the blick)
Seeking revenge on the opps (come here)
Trying to hide, we gon' get 'em
Spinnin' again (twirl, twirl)
Let the nine off, took a chunk out his liver (skrrt, skrrt)

My pops took a shot to the head
And I'm trying to find his killer (baow, baow, baow, baow, 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 around (grr)
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 (wave)
No oil sheen, you get sprayed now (splat)
Headshot, leave him face down (baow)
Might hit the tap by his eyebrow

Know these niggas praying that it die down (praying)
But it's not, though
I'ma keep on (brrt) buying straps, bro
No, you can't perform, take the backdoor (you out of here)
See, it's Chrome Hearts on the hat, though, uh-huh (see it, gang)

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 your block hot in the winter (in the winter)
My step back like Kemba (woah)
My 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 dropped niggas
The opps know us as the minivan boys
Pull up with them twirlers, we done really shot niggas (ha-ha-ha)
Sixth grade, boy, I've 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
Reversin' the whip (grrt), catch him slippin'
I'ma chase his ass down (baow, baow, baow)
Gun in your spot, hella blicks, ain't no need to map out
Bend through, mask on, tinted windows
Nigga, it's a blackout (gang, gang)