Lyrics Don't Come To LA - YG, Sad Boy, Ad

Don't Come To LA

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 digits 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