yg - bpt lyrics
[verse 1]
40 glock, snap a insta, ain’t no need for no caption
i got put on by four n-gg-s, wasn’t need for no bandage
i did my stuff like a young n-gg-, 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
n-gg-s gotta go, we can’t hold on
[hook]
n-gg- i’m from bpt
west side, west side
ttp [?]
400, spruce street
what y’all doing?
n-gg- 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 n-gg- is [?]
[?]
all the licks i split, from the houses i hit
[?] but a n-gg- ain’t snitch
that’s how it’s s’posed to go down
held it down, didn’t n-body else
[?], have my b-tch 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 [?]
[?]
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