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Bomptown
finest
Look, uhh, nigga, Bomptown's

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

I'm, self made, paid, self safe of everythang
And Maybach doin' donuts, bitch
I'm in Bompton, still corners
And if the 'iac gone, still sip Corona
I done me, I feel good about it
But them suckas try to tell me, take the up out me
Who Master 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, life's sweet, drank, Hynotiq
The past year I've makin' all profit
My team got it, then somebody shot me
Damn, just the Devil, my nigga
But thank god it ain't end with a shovel, my
it dusted off my shoulders like whatever, my nigga
And ain't gone, he live forever, my nigga
in peace to my nigga Frogg
You know your 4Hunnid niggas out here, doing shit, nigga
My gone but never forgotten

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

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

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

Third verse, years 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 talk much
Me and H fell out, me and Mustard out
Me and you fell out 'cause
was some shit you didn't tell me
But I ain't trippin' 'cause I get the bigger picture
Big Buddha that's my nigga, so you know you my

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

'cos goes around, come around, nigga, nunchucks
Blow it okay, blow it twice, you a dumb fuck
I took homies off the block
Who how many homies I done saved from gettin' popped
Look at he ain't gotta sell rocks
I told him figure out this rap shit, then you buy the
Look at Syke800, lookin' money
I told him save that shit 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 to bangin' and burglaries before school
Then finesse this rap shit on

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