Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bompton, artist - YS
Date of issue: 12.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bompton |
Nigga, this Bompton, nigga, this Bompton |
Bompton, nigga, this Bompton, nigga, this Bompton |
Nigga, this Bompton, nigga, this Bompton |
Campanella Park, nigga, we from Bompton |
(Craft) |
Stanford Ave |
(You mixed that?) |
'Nella |
Nigga, this Bompton |
Sport Philly P’s or a Cincinnati |
And get it brackin' in the alley |
Nigga, this Bompton |
I’m from the 'Nella just to be exact |
Stanford Ave, no cap |
Nigga, this Bompton |
Where niggas dyin' left and right |
Tote pipes, I don’t stop at red lights |
Nigga, this Bompton |
We gon' ride when it’s war time |
I got respect, I really earned mines |
Flag on the right side, so is the pistol |
Serve his ass the fully, bet that nigga get his issue |
.40 on me kickin' like that bitch know Jiu Jitsu |
Bounce out grippin' hammers, better pray the missile miss you, ooh |
It’s gettin' hectic, hands on with a weapon |
I ain’t turnin' down shit, I keep it active for the section |
Sent a message with these TEC’s, but, nah, we ain’t textin' |
Wrap his body up and send it to his mom like a present |
So reckless and cold-hearted, put the beam on the target |
Rosebrans the main line, and Stanford Ave the apartments |
West Side the best side, we win sides, ain’t no talkin' |
Park Gang, get parked with the Glock when I’m sparkin' |
Shells have an opp flippin', now he look like a dolphin |
When it’s murder on my mind, I drop the mic and start stalkin' |
Tell his family pick a coffin, Blood, we do this shit often |
Trigger finger itchin', if a nigga play, I’ma off him |
Nigga, this Bompton |
Sport Philly P’s or a Cincinnati (Woop) |
And get it brackin' in the alley |
Nigga, this Bompton |
I’m from the 'Nella just to be exact ('Nella Gang) |
Stanford Ave, no cap |
Nigga, this Bompton |
Where niggas dyin' left and right (Boom-boom-boom) |
Tote pipes, I don’t stop at red lights |
Nigga, this Bompton |
We gon' ride when it’s war time (When it’s war time?) |
I got respect, I really earned mines (On the set) |
Real shit, only the real ones gon' feel me (On God) |
And the fakes and the snakes stay from near me (Yup) |
Enemies know the deal, on God, niggas fear me (Bitch) |
Keep heavy artillery for suckers wanna kill me (Boom, boom-boom-boom, boom), ayy |
Hella bands in my pocket, I’m a walkin' lick (Bands) |
YS always talkin' shit because I’m Curry with a stick (Thirty stick) |
It was me and Gunna late night takin' trips (My 'Nella) |
Feelin' like he bulletproof, but he ain’t met them hollow tips (Get him) |
Take tips, the gang love to bang shit (Bang shit) |
We can’t miss, Picasso, we paint shit (Yup) |
Stretch shit like elastic so YS not average |
Heavy metal with the Glock but the F&N plastic |
Field trips, you was never with niggas |
Circle full and a square can’t fit, nigga |
Oh, he a hothead (Huh?), 'til he seen them shots spread |
Doctors can’t save him, sad case, he caught hot lead |
Nigga, this Bompton |
Sport Philly P’s or a Cincinnati (Cincinnati) |
And get it brackin' in the alley (In the alley) |
Nigga, this Bompton |
I’m from the 'Nella just to be exact ('Nella Gang) |
Stanford Ave, no cap (No cap, nigga) |
Nigga, this Bompton |
Where niggas dyin' left and right |
Tote pipes, I don’t stop at red lights (Hell nah) |
Nigga, this Bompton |
We gon' ride when it’s war time |
I got respect, I really earned mines (Woop) |
Nigga, this Bompton, nigga, this Bompton |
Bompton, told you I’m from Bompton, nigga, we from Bompton |
Rosebrans, Stanford Ave, nigga, that’s Bompton |
Rosebrans, Bentral Ave, nigga, that’s Bompton |