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Bomptown
finest
Look, uhh, nigga, Bomptown's

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

I'm, made, self paid, self safe of everythang
And that Maybach donuts, bitch
I'm in Bompton, hitting' corners
And if the 'iac gone, niggas still sip
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 the Marcy Projects

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

Now when I up, everything exotic
Can't complain, life's sweet, blue drank,
The past I've been makin' all profit
My team finally got it, then shot me
Damn, that's the Devil, my nigga
But thank god it end with a shovel, my nigga
Have it dusted off my shoulders like whatever, my
And Frogg ain't gone, he live forever, my
Rest in to my nigga Frogg
You know your 4Hunnid niggas out here, they shit, nigga
My nigga gone but forgotten

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

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

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

Third verse, three later, still Pyro' it, still gettin' paper
Gotta you about the homies, whole lot up in the makin'
Teebee, yeah that's my nigga, but we ain't much lately
Me and H out, me and Mustard fell out
Me and you fell out 'cause
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

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

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

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