Don't Come To LA (feat. Sad boy, A.D. & Bricc Baby)

Don't come to LA, nobody **** with me

I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry

Stick your hand up like you're guilty

Doin' things that my mama said I shouldn't be

So don't come to LA, nobody **** with me

I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry

Stick your hand up like you're guilty

Doin' things that my mama said I shouldn't be

So don't come to LA

I don't give a **** who you think is playin'

Who name you're sayin'? You ain't good around here

'Cause y'all be **** up the rep

Y'all playin' with the set, it's really war around here

Y'all even havin' problems in the set

But I'm really from the set, and y'all don't come around here

So when y'all **** hop off your jet

You better tuck what's on your neck

And get the **** from round here

'Cause y'all payin' for the lifestyle that's watered down

Pop, that's why I'm from the **** and not allow ya'll to bounce

Keep that outta town

Outta town, you wasn't bangin' outta town

It's too late to holla now

(Whoa) I'ma get the OG's on board

And press the issue on you suckers, hold up

Whoa, I'll hit you wit' a price you can't afford

And catch your **** slippin' at the BET Awards

So don't come to LA, nobody **** with me

I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry

Stick your hand up like you're guilty

Doin' things that my mama said I shouldn't be

So don't come to LA, nobody **** with me

I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry

Stick your hand up like you're guilty

Doin' things that my mama said I shouldn't be

So don't come to LA

Don't come to LA, cuz

Nah, outta town ****, watch it, wrong words get you sprayed, cuz

This **** for real, this ain't for play, cuz

Lil' homies bustin' missions in a match, you ain't a thing, cuz

Don't give a **** who you call, nobody scare me

Pirus love me, solo on the side, a rare breed

This **** done comin' from a rare breed

Nowaday these **** snitchin' give you digits off a scared plea

Hold on, YG said you came out with BPT?

These **** think it's cool to come down to the CPT

Remember back when rappers was scared to come into town?

That was Hollywood passes, that **** got watered down, damn

A little change got you workin' like a slave

'Pac prolly rollin' in his grave, sad, cuz

Ain't no more passes on the set

All you **** out here **** up the West

So don't come to LA, nobody **** with me

I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry

Stick your hand up like you're guilty

Doin' things that my mama said I shouldn't be

So don't come to LA, nobody **** with me

I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry

Stick your hand up like you're guilty

Doin' things that my mama said I shouldn't be

So don't come to LA

First off, it's a no-fly zone

If you ain't land with the chrome, better take **** home

Like it's the first of the month

Cash your checks and come on

Yeah, you better check in if you **** were wrong

Look, one call on my phone

My tiny lil' spitter put that thing on your dome

Your money, chain, and Rollie, sixty seconds, it's gone

Man, I'd rather tax a **** a feature for songs

Run up on 'em like, where the scene at?

My **** on going like 60 green lights

Just **** got jacked, tryna eat right

When my **** on drugs, they don't think right

It's recession, man, the hood **** up

If a **** ain't trappin', got the heat in the club

You walk around like you can't get touched

But JFK was a president and still got his head bust

So don't come to LA, nobody **** with me

I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry

Stick your hand up like you're guilty

Doin' things that my mama said I shouldn't be

So don't come to LA, nobody **** with me

I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry

Stick your hand up like you're guilty

Doin' things that my mama said I shouldn't be

So don't come to LA