[Intro: YS]
Bompton, told you I'm from Bompton
N***a,  we from Bompton
N***a,  this Bompton
It's, it's, it's, it's your boy DJ Tray
Stanford Ave
'Nella 

[Chorus: YS]
N***a,  this Bompton
Sport Philly P's or a Cincinnati
And  get it brackin' in the alley
N***a, this Bompton
I'm from the 'Nella just to be exact
Stanford Ave, no cap
N***a,  this Bompton
Where n***as dyin' left and right
Tote pipes, I don't stop at red lights
N***a, 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 n***as, they really act (On the gang)
Poured off a four, I'm sippin' on straight Act'
TEC-9 blow his mind, these n***as can't take that (Take that)
I'm the n***a 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)
N***as 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]
N***a, this Bompton
Sport Philly P's or a Cincinnati
And get it brackin' in the alley
N***a, this Bompton
I'm from the 'Nella just to be exact
Stanford Ave, no cap
N***a, this Bompton
Where n***as dyin' left and right
Tote pipes, I don't stop at red lights
N***a, 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]
N***as Tyler Perry, 'cause n***as got a lot of bitch ways
I remember you let a n***a 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
N***a, this Compton, Bompton, and Yompton
They know I don't bang, n***as 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
N***as 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
N***a, I'm one to the ten
If you don't know about a ten, bitch, you ain't from Compton
What's a PhD? N***as got degrees in flocking and robbing
If anything, they in your house shopping
[Chorus: YS]
N***a, this Bompton
Sport Philly P's or a Cincinnati
And get it brackin' in the alley
N***a, this Bompton
I'm from the 'Nella just to be exact
Stanford Ave, no cap
N***a, this Bompton
Where n***as dyin' left and right
Tote pipes, I don't stop at red lights
N***a, this Bompton
We gon' ride when it's war time
I got respect, I really earned mines

[Verse 3: OhGeesy]
A n***a ain't from Bompton, I just came to visit
Hang with n***as Bloodin' and I hang with n***as Crippin'
B-N-Dub Money Gang, n***a, who trippin'?
Pack a n***a out if we catch a n***a 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, n***a, 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 n***a slide, then YS finna drench him
Pack a n***a out, sit him down, we finna bench him
We'll kill a pussy n***a all over a mention
N***as tough on Twitter, but in real life, they bitches
Free my n***a ShoDawg, he a real life menace
Playin' with some racks, I ain't talkin' 'bout no tennis
Shout out my n***a Youngsta from that Westside, Venice
[Chorus: YS]
N***a, this Bompton
Sport Philly P's or a Cincinnati
And get it brackin' in the alley
N***a, this Bompton
I'm from the 'Nella just to be exact
Stanford Ave, no cap
N***a, this Bompton
Where n***as dyin' left and right
Tote pipes, I don't stop at red lights
N***a, this Bompton
We gon' ride when it's war time
I got respect, I really earned mines

[Outro: YS]
N***a, this Bompton, n***a, this Bompton
Bompton, told you I'm from Bompton
N***a, we from Bompton
Rosebrans, Stanford Ave
N***a, that's Bompton
Rosebrans, Bentral Ave
N***a, that's Bompton