Larry Jayy - f** wit Mr. LA lyrics

[Produced by Larry Jayy] [Verse 1] Come f** with Mr. LA Its Rari's with the bentleys Hit the j**ler drop 20 like its pennies Most rappers getting taxed by the 60s Jump out of bounds get the whistle like a penalty Seen ya to say I got some sh** to say f** I look like beefing with some simps That ain't halfway on my level n***as ain't even got rent to pay Since OMMIO 1 my kids been straight You n***a can't belittle me these big blowers breaking penal codes Charge possession with a deadly weapon I think your people told He think he on you on your peak like a peeping tom Even at your best Aaliyah had a better peace of mind n***as I'm bracking they burnt out Only n***a rapping y'all should be concerned bout Stay off my unit need more chips than my s**m count Told my homies what her head bout call that word of mouth f** up LDs leave go to Maestro's We leave the playhouse like they left the lights on Use to have to need a ride home now I slide on 'em Man that Beamer dirty grade [?] Wet the feet like a wino Told her I don't use keys leave more room for typos Hotel suites and fly clothes Overnight hoes Bree up in my DMs tryna fight her We ain't gon be doing too much time rasping That sh** dumb Travis Barker with his drum presence I told my son I leave my mark you keep the fund spreading Rich blood like inheriting selling d** out the [?] Sheriffs look for guns and dope Most player of the game without the subs and coach But when I leave this big it give a sub some hope Shooting up the b**h shooting up the b**h playing round Keep some stand up b**h just laying around Cos we the most turned up hands down We got the bity back bracking again I lost my roof too hot back in the wind Back to back in the Benz Im on feet we just running these streets Got to do it for my n***as so they sons can eat The Mac 90 come with commas and the longest reach These back biters die slowly I expose the leech Woah I pull up hop out on the street With my j**elry on loud blowing all on my jeans Got my shirt off [?] talk all in my teeth I know I work long shifts but its a party to me Woah they thought I fell off I been well on Had me in XXL but I wear large Driving round with labels sh** like an Edwards Mr. LA I ran through every check point Check made up in L.A yeah I'm that boy Might just pull up drop here like a shy boy n***as tryna steal my shine I bought a light for 'em Might just write for 'em..