Bomptown Bomptown Look, uhh, nigga, Bomptown's
I done did the They countin' niggas out, now dickheads respect us You unsure about me bein' Well, I'm unsure about your ass standin' in my 'Cause I put in overtime, caught cases, pop when Pop think I lost my mind Where I'm from they try to and politic But fuck that, buy a strap, slow them up with tips
I'm, self made, self paid, safe of everythang And Maybach doin' donuts, bitch I'm in Bompton, still hitting' And if the 'iac gone, niggas still sip I done made me, I feel about it But them suckas try to me, take the hood up out me Who would Master P be if he "'Bout It 'Bout It"? Or HOV the Marcy Projects
I'm Bomptown's finest, yeah, finest, 4Hunnid, 4 Nigga, finest, yeah finest, uhh
Now when I pull up, everything Can't complain, life's sweet, blue drank, The past year I've been makin' all My team got it, then somebody shot me Damn, that's the Devil, my nigga But thank god it ain't end with a shovel, my Have it dusted off my shoulders like whatever, my And ain't gone, he live forever, my nigga Rest in to my nigga Frogg You your 4Hunnid niggas out here, doing they shit, nigga My gone but never forgotten
You anytime I beez, I told you what's poppin' Uhh, so y'all finally made it Buddha still the same, you know nigga brazy You when small niggas hatin' money being made now so niggas started changin' And Game just dropped 2 He got bangers on there, and what 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 so you know what's up with G man He was just worried about his and his freedom Your mom that you said, we was on bad terms Man that shit work a nerves But long as Lil on this Earth, its long live Lil that's my word
Nigga finest Ayy, Bomptown's finest Ayy, nigga, Bomptown's This is Bomptown's Nigga, finest
Third verse, years later, still Pyro' it, still gettin' paper Gotta tell you about the homies, whole lot up in the Teebee, yeah that's my nigga, but we ain't talk much Me and H fell out, me and Mustard out Me and you out 'cause there was some you didn't tell me 'bout But I ain't even trippin' I get the bigger picture Big Buddha that's my nigga, so you you my nigga
gone, Chica-gone, Buddha three call you know I answer my phone High nigga skinny jeans, be the realest the team This how old niggas holla behind the scene And baby Buddha, my Tree Top Big homies don't love ya they ain't say nothin' to ya But in real time the shit out be too tough Gotta stay dangerous, gotta toot up Hoppin' out two tucked doin' too much give two fucks livin' like I can't lose much Fuck luck, hit the bottle, now I'm up Spread the out
what goes around, come around, nigga, nunchucks Blow it once okay, blow it twice, you a fuck I done took off the block Who knows how many homies I saved from gettin' popped Look at Slim he ain't sell rocks I told him figure out this rap shit, you buy the block Look at Syke800, like money I told him that shit don't spend it all on the day Ayy Buddha, ru' you know it ru' We got shit in the makin', it's bomin' soon Went from slangin' to and burglaries before school Then finesse rap shit on Piru
Bomptown's Ayy, nigga Bomptown's Ayy nigga, Bomptown's This is finest Nigga, Bomptown's