Don't Come to LA
By AD
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[Produced by DJ Swish]
[Hook: SadBoy Loko & YG]
(Don't come to LA) Nobody f*cking with me
I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry
Stick your hand up like you guilty
Doing things that my momma said I shouldn't be
(So don't come to LA) Nobody f*cking with me
I go broke rob fools for their jewelry
Stick yo hand up like you guilty
Doing things that my momma said I shouldn't be
So don't come to LA
[Verse 1: YG]
I don't give a f*ck who you n*ggas paying
Who name you saying, you ain't good around here
'Cause y'all n*ggas f*cking up the rep
Y'all playing with the set, it's really war around here
sh*t, I'm even having problems in the set
But I'm really from the set, and y'all don't come around here
So when y'all n*ggas hop off your jet
You better tuck what's on ya neck
And get the f*ck from 'round here
'Cause y'all paying for the lifestyle that's watered down
Bompton! That where I'm from, this sh*t not allowed
Y'all out of bounds, keep that out of town sh*t out of town
You wasn't banging out of town, it's too late to holla now
(Whoa!) I'ma get the OGs on board
And press the issue on you suckers, oh lord!
(Whoa!) Or hit you with a price you can't afford
Then catch your ass slipping at the BET Awards
Yeah!
[Hook: SadBoy Loko & YG]
So don't come to LA
Nobody f*cking with me
I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry
Stick your hand up like you guilty
Doing things that my momma said I shouldn't be
So don't come to LA
Nobody f*cking with me
I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry
Stick your hand up like you guilty
Doing things that my momma said I shouldn't be
So don't come to LA
[Verse 2: AD]
Yeah! Don't come to LA, cuz (nah!)
Outta town n*ggas watchin', wrong words get you sprayed, cuz
This sh*t for real, this ain't for play cuz (Nah!)
Lil' homies bustin' missions, ain't a match
You ain't a thang cuz (Yeah!)
Don't give a f*ck who you gone call, nobody scare me
Pirus love me solo all inside a rare breed (Yeah!)
And sh*t, I'm coming from a rare breed (Yeah!)
Nowadays, these n*ggas snitching (Bop!)
Give you digits off a scared plea (Uh-huh?)
Hold on, YG, since you came out with BPT (Uh-huh!)
These n*ggas think it's cool to come down to the CPT (Uh-huh!)
Remember back when rappers was scared to come into town (Yeah!)
Now it's Hollywood passes man that sh*t all watered down, damn!
A lil' change got you workin' like a slave (f*ck!)
Pac prolly rollin' in his grave, sh*t is sad, cuz
Ain't no more passes on the set
All you n*ggas out here f*cking up the West, on God!
[Hook: SadBoy Loko & YG]
So don't come to LA
Nobody f*cking with me
I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry
Stick your hand up like you guilty
Doing things that my momma said I shouldn't be
So don't come to LA
Nobody f*cking with me
I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry
Stick your hand up like you guilty (Ahhh, yeah)
Doing things that my momma said I shouldn't be
So don't come to LA
[Verse 3: Bricc Baby]
Ugh! First off, this a no-fly zone
If you ain't laying with the chrome, better take your ass home
Like it's the first of the month, cash the checks and c'mon
Yeah, you better check in if you n*ggas want room
Look, one call on my phone
My Tiny Locs pull up, put that thing on your dome
Your money chain and Rollie, 60 seconds is gone
Man, I rather text a n*gga
f*ck a feature for songs (Give it up, buddy!)
Run up on 'em like
"n*gga, where the scene at?" (Give it up, buddy!)
My n*ggas on go like 60 green lights
Just (*static*) got jacked tryna eat right
When my n*ggas off drugs, they don't think right
It's a recession, man, the hood f*cked up
If a n*gga ain't tripping, got the heat in the club
You walk around like you can't get touched
But JFK was the president and still got his head bust
[Hook: SadBoy Loko & YG]
So don't come to LA
Nobody f*cking with me
I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry
Stick your hand up like you guilty
Doing things that my momma said I shouldn't be
So don't come to LA
Nobody f*cking with me
I go broke rob fools for their jewelry
Stick yo hand up like you guilty (Ahh, yeah)
Doing things that my momma said I shouldn't be
So don't come to LA
[Outro]
*Gunshots*
AHhhhHHH!!
[Hook: SadBoy Loko & YG]
(Don't come to LA) Nobody f*cking with me
I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry
Stick your hand up like you guilty
Doing things that my momma said I shouldn't be
(So don't come to LA) Nobody f*cking with me
I go broke rob fools for their jewelry
Stick yo hand up like you guilty
Doing things that my momma said I shouldn't be
So don't come to LA
[Verse 1: YG]
I don't give a f*ck who you n*ggas paying
Who name you saying, you ain't good around here
'Cause y'all n*ggas f*cking up the rep
Y'all playing with the set, it's really war around here
sh*t, I'm even having problems in the set
But I'm really from the set, and y'all don't come around here
So when y'all n*ggas hop off your jet
You better tuck what's on ya neck
And get the f*ck from 'round here
'Cause y'all paying for the lifestyle that's watered down
Bompton! That where I'm from, this sh*t not allowed
Y'all out of bounds, keep that out of town sh*t out of town
You wasn't banging out of town, it's too late to holla now
(Whoa!) I'ma get the OGs on board
And press the issue on you suckers, oh lord!
(Whoa!) Or hit you with a price you can't afford
Then catch your ass slipping at the BET Awards
Yeah!
[Hook: SadBoy Loko & YG]
So don't come to LA
Nobody f*cking with me
I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry
Stick your hand up like you guilty
Doing things that my momma said I shouldn't be
So don't come to LA
Nobody f*cking with me
I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry
Stick your hand up like you guilty
Doing things that my momma said I shouldn't be
So don't come to LA
[Verse 2: AD]
Yeah! Don't come to LA, cuz (nah!)
Outta town n*ggas watchin', wrong words get you sprayed, cuz
This sh*t for real, this ain't for play cuz (Nah!)
Lil' homies bustin' missions, ain't a match
You ain't a thang cuz (Yeah!)
Don't give a f*ck who you gone call, nobody scare me
Pirus love me solo all inside a rare breed (Yeah!)
And sh*t, I'm coming from a rare breed (Yeah!)
Nowadays, these n*ggas snitching (Bop!)
Give you digits off a scared plea (Uh-huh?)
Hold on, YG, since you came out with BPT (Uh-huh!)
These n*ggas think it's cool to come down to the CPT (Uh-huh!)
Remember back when rappers was scared to come into town (Yeah!)
Now it's Hollywood passes man that sh*t all watered down, damn!
A lil' change got you workin' like a slave (f*ck!)
Pac prolly rollin' in his grave, sh*t is sad, cuz
Ain't no more passes on the set
All you n*ggas out here f*cking up the West, on God!
[Hook: SadBoy Loko & YG]
So don't come to LA
Nobody f*cking with me
I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry
Stick your hand up like you guilty
Doing things that my momma said I shouldn't be
So don't come to LA
Nobody f*cking with me
I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry
Stick your hand up like you guilty (Ahhh, yeah)
Doing things that my momma said I shouldn't be
So don't come to LA
[Verse 3: Bricc Baby]
Ugh! First off, this a no-fly zone
If you ain't laying with the chrome, better take your ass home
Like it's the first of the month, cash the checks and c'mon
Yeah, you better check in if you n*ggas want room
Look, one call on my phone
My Tiny Locs pull up, put that thing on your dome
Your money chain and Rollie, 60 seconds is gone
Man, I rather text a n*gga
f*ck a feature for songs (Give it up, buddy!)
Run up on 'em like
"n*gga, where the scene at?" (Give it up, buddy!)
My n*ggas on go like 60 green lights
Just (*static*) got jacked tryna eat right
When my n*ggas off drugs, they don't think right
It's a recession, man, the hood f*cked up
If a n*gga ain't tripping, got the heat in the club
You walk around like you can't get touched
But JFK was the president and still got his head bust
[Hook: SadBoy Loko & YG]
So don't come to LA
Nobody f*cking with me
I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry
Stick your hand up like you guilty
Doing things that my momma said I shouldn't be
So don't come to LA
Nobody f*cking with me
I go broke rob fools for their jewelry
Stick yo hand up like you guilty (Ahh, yeah)
Doing things that my momma said I shouldn't be
So don't come to LA
[Outro]
*Gunshots*
AHhhhHHH!!
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