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Bomptown
finest
Look, uhh, nigga, finest

I did the unexpected
They countin' niggas out, now them dickheads us
You about me bein' successful
Well, I'm unsure about your ass standin' in my
I done put in overtime,
caught cases, pop straps when Pop think I my mind
Where I'm from they try to hate and
But fuck that, buy a strap, slow them up hollow tips

I'm, made, self paid, self safe of everythang
And that Maybach donuts, bitch
I'm in Bompton, still hitting'
And if the 'iac gone, still sip Corona
I done made me, I feel good it
But suckas try to tell me, take the hood up out me
Who would P be if he wasn't "'Bout It 'Bout It"?
Or HOV without the Marcy

I'm Bomptown's finest, yeah,
finest, 4Hunnid, 4
Nigga, finest, yeah
finest, uhh

Now I pull up, everything exotic
Can't complain, sweet, blue drank, Hynotiq
The past year I've been makin' all
My team finally got it, then shot me
Damn, that's just the Devil, my
But thank god it ain't end a shovel, my nigga
Have it dusted off my shoulders like whatever, my
And Frogg gone, he live forever, my nigga
Rest in to my nigga Frogg
You your 4Hunnid niggas out here, doing they shit, nigga
My nigga gone but never

You anytime I beez, I told you what's poppin'
Uhh, so y'all finally made it
Buddha still the same, you know that nigga
You when small niggas hatin'
There's being made now so niggas started changin'
And Game dropped Documentary 2
He got some bangers on there, and he talkin' about you
I you and Peso had issues,
but real shit, it seem nigga miss you
Your kids, I took them shopping
You me, I'ma do my part, nigga I gotchu

I know you watchin' so you know up with G man
He was just worried about his kids and his
Your mom said that you said, we was on bad
Man that work a nigga nerves
But as Lil Buddha on this Earth,
its long live Lil that's my word

Bomptown's finest
Ayy, nigga finest
Ayy, nigga, Bomptown's
This is Bomptown's
Nigga, Bomptown's

Third verse, three years later, still Pyro' it, still gettin'
Gotta tell you the homies, whole lot up in the makin'
Teebee, yeah that's my nigga, but we ain't talk lately
Me and H fell out, me and Mustard out
Me and you fell out 'cause
was shit you didn't tell me 'bout
But I even trippin' 'cause I get the bigger picture
Big Buddha my nigga, so you know you my nigga

Turtle gone, Chica-gone, Buddha call you know I answer my phone
High nigga skinny jeans, be the realest the team
how them old niggas holla behind the scene
And baby Buddha, my Tree Top
Big homies love ya 'cause they ain't say nothin' to ya
But in real time the shit out be too tough
Gotta stay dangerous, gotta keep up
out with two tucked doin' too much
Don't give two fucks like I can't lose much
luck, hit the bottle, now I'm fucked up
Spread the out

what goes around, come around, nigga, nunchucks
Blow it once okay, it twice, you a dumb fuck
I done took off the block
Who knows how many homies I done saved gettin' popped
Look at Slim he gotta sell rocks
I him figure out this rap shit, then you buy the block
Look at Syke800, lookin' like
I told him save that shit don't it all on the day
Ayy Buddha, ru' you know it ru'
We got some in the makin', it's bomin' soon
Went from slangin' to bangin' and burglaries before
Then finesse rap shit on Piru

finest
Ayy, nigga finest
Ayy nigga, finest
is Bomptown's finest
Nigga, finest