Don't Come To LA

[Hook: SadBoy Loko & YG 2x]
Don't come to LA
Nobody fucking 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 fuck
Who you niggas paying
Who name you saying
You ain't good around here
Cause ya'll niggas fucking up the rep
Ya'll playing with the set
Its really war round here
Shit I'm even having problems in the set
But I'm really from the set
Ya'll don't come around here
So when ya'll niggas hop of the jet
You better tuck what's on ya neck
And get the fuck from round here
Cause ya'll paying for the lifestyle thats watered down
Bompton! That where I'm from shit is not allowed
Ya'll out of bounds
Keep that out of town shit out of town
You wasn't banging out of town
Its too late to holla now (woah)
Ima get the OGs on board
And press the issues on you suckers (woah)
Or hit you with a price you can't afford
Then catch yo ass slipping at the BET Awards

[Hook: SadBoy Loko & YG 2x]
Don't come to LA
Nobody fucking 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 2: AD]
Don't come to LA cause
Outta town niggas watchin' Wrong words get you sprayed, cuz
This shit for real, this ain't for play cause
Lil' homies bustin' missions in a [?]
Don't give a fuck who you gone
Nobody scare me
Pirus love me solo all inside a rare breed
And shit I'm coming from a rare breed
Nowadays snitching give you digits off a scared plea
Hold on YG since you came out with BPT
These niggas think it's cool to come down to the CPT
Remember back when rappers was scared to come into town
That was Hollywood passes man that shit on water down damn!
A lil' change got you workin' like a slave
Pac prolly rollin' in his grave
Ain't no more passes on the set, all you niggas out here fucking up the west, oh god!

[Hook: SadBoy Loko & YG 2x]
Don't come to LA
Nobody fucking 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 3: Bricc Baby]
First off this a no fly zone
If you ain't know with the chrome
Better take yo ass home
And get some first of the month
Cash the checks, c'mon
Yeah you better check in if you niggas want room
Look won't color my phone
My Tiny Locs pull up with that thing on your dome
Your money chain and rollie 60 seconds is gone
Man I rather text a nigga fuck a feature for songs
Run up on 'em like nigga where the scene at
My niggas on go like 60 green lights
Just got jacked trynna' eat right
With my niggas all drugs they don't think right
It's a recession man the hood fucked up
If a nigga ain't trippin' got the heat in the club
You walk around like you can't get touched
But JFK was a president and still got his ass bust

[Hook: SadBoy Loko & YG 2x]
Don't come to LA
Nobody fucking 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