Bompton (Remix)

By YS

On Street Dreams

Released on September 13, 2019

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[Intro: YS]

Bompton, told you I'm from Bompton

Nigga,  we from Bompton

Nigga,  this Bompton

It's, it's, it's, it's your boy DJ Tray

Stanford Ave

'Nella 


[Chorus: YS]

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


[Verse 1: YS]

Flag around the mag and the scope came attached (Yeah)

Tell 'em free my Nellas, on the gang, do it fast ('Nella Gang)

Blower in the stash, pray to God I don't crash (On the gang)

I ain't talkin' 'bout Dexter but I'm cookin' in the lab (In the lab)

Livin' life fast, no defense, we on attack (We on attack)

We gon' air it out, reload, and double back (Boom, boom)

I ain't gotta drop a bag, they playin' they gettin' whacked (They gettin' whacked)

I'm really outside, these niggas, they really act (On the gang)

Poured off a four, I'm sippin' on straight Act'

TEC-9 blow his mind, these niggas can't take that (Take that)

I'm the nigga in these streets, I know that they hate that

I spin his block with that chop and clean it like Ajax (Boom, boom)

Lil' bro get to bustin', he pushin' your face back (Bah, brrt)

Niggas changin' over cheese, I swear that I hate rats (I hate rats)

Gotta practice what you preach, on Bompton, that's straight facts (Woo)

Philly P's, no yees, we shoot 'em where faces at (Boom, boom)

[Chorus: YS & 1TakeJay]

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 (Wait, hol' up, I'm finna turn this bitch up)

I got respect, I really earned mines


[Verse 2: 1TakeJay]

Niggas Tyler Perry, 'cause niggas got a lot of bitch ways

I remember you let a nigga take your ball in fifth grade

Now you turned up? Shit, you was turned down in tenth grade

You ain't made for the streets, sweetheart, you bitch-made

Nigga, this Compton, Bompton, and Yompton

They know I don't bang, niggas mad 'cause I'm poppin'

If I had a hundred pennies, bitch, you couldn't get a dollar

'Cause I'm a motherfucker, fuck you and your mama (Wait, hol' up)

In the summer, it get hot outside

When it's up, it go down, don't get dropped outside

Niggas ain't cleanin', but we got a mop outside

And if he ain't with the shits, then he not outside

I'm from the city where we get it in

Nigga, I'm one to the ten

If you don't know about a ten, bitch, you ain't from Compton

What's a PhD? Niggas got degrees in flocking and robbing

If anything, they in your house shopping


[Chorus: YS]

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


[Verse 3: OhGeesy]

A nigga ain't from Bompton, I just came to visit

Hang with niggas Bloodin' and I hang with niggas Crippin'

B-N-Dub Money Gang, nigga, who trippin'?

Pack a nigga out if we catch a nigga slippin'

I don't cuff a ho, I ain't Scottie Pippen

Might get it out a ho 'cause you know I keep it pimpin'

Thirty in my Trues, nigga, reason why I'm limpin'

She want me to be hubby, but I ain't with the simpin'

We fuckin' all these bitches, posted in the trenches

If a nigga slide, then YS finna drench him

Pack a nigga out, sit him down, we finna bench him

We'll kill a pussy nigga all over a mention

Niggas tough on Twitter, but in real life, they bitches

Free my nigga ShoDawg, he a real life menace

Playin' with some racks, I ain't talkin' 'bout no tennis

Shout out my nigga Youngsta from that Westside, Venice


[Chorus: YS]

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


[Outro: YS]

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