DJ Mustard - BPT lyrics

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DJ Mustard - BPT lyrics

[Produced by DJ Mustard] [Intro] n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a [Hook] n***a, I'm from BPT (Westside, westside, westside, westside n***a) TTP (What block? What block? What block? What block?) 400, Spruce Street (What y'all doin'? What y'all doin'?) (What y'all doin'? What y'all doin'?) n***a, k** off all beef [Verse 1] I'm a Westside get brackin' in the back like what's happnin' That 40 Glock snap like Insta, ain't no need for a caption I got put on by four n***as, wasn't need for no bandage I did my stuff like a young n***a, 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 That's how I got put on Tree Top Bompton, yeah I got put on It was hard in the hood I was rappin', my homies sellin' hard in the hood I know Game from cedar block, Dot from the West That was *static* that popped what's his name in his chest Just got a call, the homies just got bust on n***as gotta go, we can't prolong [Hook] n***a, I'm from BPT (Westside, westside, westside, westside n***a) TTP (What block? What block? What block? What block?) 400, Spruce Street (What y'all doin'? What y'all doin'?) (What y'all doin'? What y'all doin'?) n***a, k** off all 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 principal of proof, the definition of logic That this n***a is a b**h, every chance he get he's dodgin' I brought back this West Coast sh** And this the mothaf**in' thanks I get? All the licks I split, from the houses I hit They brought him more cases in jail but a n***a ain't snitch That's how it's s'posed to go down Held it down, didn't nobody else go down Give you a blind date, have my b**h pick you up Then have one of my Top members stick you up I know Nipsey from 6-0, C-Hood from 10-4 Tiny Bone from 40 Crip, that's my kinfolk My whole family tried to save me but it didn't work Momma know I've been bangin' lately, n***a

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