[Intro]
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls all the way down to the lil' ass babies. If y'all ready to have a party, say hell yeah (hell yeah), say hell yeah (hell yeah). Wait, wait wait wait, now hold the fuck up. Before I bring my n***a out, my n***a, my n***a, my mothafuckin' n***a. Y'all gotta turn the fuck up. I said if y'all ready to have a party, say hell mothafuckin' yeah (hell yeah). Standing six feet tall, weighing 160 pounds, coming live from Bompton n***a. Make some mothafuckin' noise for YG fo' hunnid

[Hook]
Hands up, hands up
N***a, I'm from BPT
What? (West Side West Side West Side West Side )
N***a, TTP
What? (What block? What block? What block? What block?)
What? hol' up 400, Spruce Street
(What y'all doin'? What y'all doin'? What y'all doin'? What y'all doin'?)
N***a, kill off all beef
Turn up, turn up, turn up

[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
The homie 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, n***a
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 my homie *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]
Hands up, hands up
N***a, I'm from BPT
What? (West Side West Side West Side West Side )
N***a, TTP
What? (What block? What block? What block? What block?)
What? hol' up 400, Spruce Street
(What y'all doin'? What y'all doin'? What y'all doin'? What y'all doin'?)
N***a, kill off all beef
Turn up, turn up, turn up

[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 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 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 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, n***a