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Bomptown
Bomptown
Look, uhh, nigga, finest

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

I'm, self made, self paid, self safe of
And that Maybach donuts, bitch
I'm in Bompton, still hitting'
And if the gone, niggas still sip Corona
I done me, I feel good about it
But them suckas try to 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 Bomptown's finest, yeah,
finest, 4Hunnid, 4
Nigga, finest, yeah
finest, uhh

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

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

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

Nigga Bomptown's
Ayy, Bomptown's finest
Ayy, nigga, finest
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 my nigga, but we ain't talk much lately
Me and H out, me and Mustard fell out
Me and you fell out there
was shit you didn't tell me 'bout
But I ain't even trippin' 'cause I get the picture
Big Buddha that's my nigga, so you you my nigga

Turtle gone, Chica-gone, Buddha three call you I answer my phone
High nigga jeans, be the realest from the team
This how them old 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 here be too
Gotta stay dangerous, keep toot up
Hoppin' out with two tucked doin' too
Don't give two fucks livin' like I can't lose
Fuck luck, hit the bottle, now I'm up
Spread the out

what goes 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 done saved gettin' popped
Look at Slim he ain't gotta rocks
I told him out this rap shit, then you buy the block
Look at Syke800, like money
I him save 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 bangin' and burglaries before
Then finesse this rap shit on

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