YG
YG - Bpt songtekst
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[Verse 1] 40 Glock, snap a Insta, ain't no need for no caption I got put on by four niggas, wasn't need for no bandage I did my stuff like a young nigga, that's how I'm s'posed to handle it 'Hamad threw a right, duck, hit him with the left, bop-bop! Two to the chin, bop! One to the chest One to the ribs, the haymaker didn't connect Dropped him but didn't stomp him cause that's disrespect, woo! That's how I got put on Tree Top Piru, yeah I got put on It was hard in the hood I was rappin', my homies sellin' hard in the hood I know [?] cinder block, [?] from the West [?] and Pac [?] Just got a call, the homies just got bust on Niggas gotta go, we can't hold on [Hook] Nigga I'm from BPT West Side, West Side TTP [?] 400, Spruce Street What y'all doing? Nigga kill the, uh, beef [Verse 2] I was in the county with lions, most of these rappers be lyin' Cause when I seen 'em, they be quiet, the definition of silence That's a [?], the definition of logic That this nigga is [?] [?] All the licks I split, from the houses I hit [?] but a nigga ain't snitch That's how it's s'posed to go down Held it down, didn't nobody else [?], have my bitch pick you up Then have one of my top people stick you up I know Nipsey from 60s, [?] from [?] [?] from 40 Crips, that's my kinfolk My whole family tried to [?] [?]