[Flame] 🔥 YG - BPT Lyrics
[Produced by DJ Mustard]
[Intro]
 Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
[Hook]
 Nigga, I’m from BPT
 (Westside, westside, westside, westside nigga)
 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’?)
 Nigga, kill 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 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
 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
 Niggas gotta go, we can’t prolong
[Hook]
 Nigga, I’m from BPT
 (Westside, westside, westside, westside nigga)
 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’?)
 Nigga, kill 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 nigga is a bitch, every chance he get he’s dodgin’
 I brought back this West Coast shit
 And this the mothafuckin’ thanks I get?
 All the licks I split, from the houses I hit
 They brought him more cases in jail but a nigga 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 bitch 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, nigga