YG, Bricc Baby, AD - Don't Come to LA lyrics

Don't come to LA, nobody fucking with me
I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry
Stick your hand up like you guilty
Doing things that my mama said I shouldn't be
So don't come to LA, nobody fucking with me
I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry
Stick your hand up like you guilty
Doing things that my mama said I shouldn't be
So don't come to LA

I don't give a fuck who you niggas paying
Who name you saying
You ain't good around here
'Cause y'all niggas fucking up the rep
Y'all playing with the set
It's really war around here
Shit, 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 niggas hop off your jet
You better tuck what's on your neck and


Get the fuck from 'round here
'Cause y'all paying for the
Lifestyle that's watered down
Bompton, that where I'm from
This shit not allowed y'all out of bounds
Keep that out-of-town shit out of town
You wasn't banging out of town
It's too late to holla now
(Woah) 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

So don't come to LA, nobody fucking with me
(yeah)
I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry
Stick your hand up like you guilty
Doing things that my mama said I shouldn't be
So don't come to LA, nobody fucking with me
I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry
Stick your hand up like you guilty
Doing things that my mama said I shouldn't be
(yeah) so don't come to LA

Don't come to LA, cuz (Nah)
Out-of-town niggas watching, wrong words
Get you sprayed, cuz
This shit 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 fuck who you gon' call
Nobody scare me
Pirus love me, solo, all inside a rare breed
(yeah)
And shit, I'm coming from a rare breed (yeah)
Nowadays, these niggas snitching
Give you digit's off a scared plea (Buck)
Hold on, YG, since you came out with BPT
(Uh, huh) these niggas 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
Shit all watered down, damn
A lil' change got you workin' like a slave
(Fuck)
Pac prolly rollin' in his grave, shit is sad
Cuz ain't no more passes on the set
All you niggas out here fucking up the West
On God

So don't come to LA, nobody fucking with me
I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry
Stick your hand up like you guilty
Doing things that my mama said I shouldn't be
So don't come to LA, nobody fucking with me
I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry
Stick your hand up like you guilty
(Ahh, yeah)
Doing things that my mama said I shouldn't be
So don't come to LA (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 come on
Yeah, you better check in if
You niggas want room
Look, one call on my phone
My Tiny Locs pull up
Put that thing on your dome
Your money, chain and Rollie, sixty seconds
It's gone man, I'd rather tax a nigga
Fuck a feature for songs (Give it up, buddy)
Run up on 'em like, "Nigga, what it C like?"
(Give it up, buddy)
My niggas on go like sixty green lights
Just static got jacked tryna eat right
When my niggas off drugs
They don't think right
It's a recession, man, the hood fucked up
If a nigga 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

So don't come to LA, nobody fucking with me
I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry
Stick your hand up like you guilty
Doing things that my mama said I shouldn't be
So don't come to LA, nobody fucking with me
I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry
Stick your hand up like you guilty
(Ahh, yeah)
Doing things that my mama said I shouldn't be
So don't come to LA

Gunshots, scream

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