Terrace Martin - Don't Come to LA lyrics

[Produced by DJ Swish] [Hook: SadBoy Loko & YG] Don't come to LA, Nobody f**ing with me I go broke rob fools for their j**elry Stick yo hand up like you guilty Doing things that my momma said I shouldn't be So don't come to LA, Nobody f**ing with me I go broke rob fools for their j**elry 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 f** who you n***as paying Who name you saying, you ain't good around here Cause y'all n***as f**ing up the rep Ya'll playing with the set, it's really war round here sh** I'm even having problems in the set But I'm really from the set, y'all don't come around here So when ya'll n***as hop of the jet You better tuck what's on ya neck and get the f** from round here Cause ya'll paying for the lifestyle that's watered down Bompton! That where I'm from, sh** is not allowed Y'all out of bounds, keep that out of town sh** out of town You wasn't banging out of town, it's too late to holla now Woah! I'mma get the OGs on board And press the issues on you s**ers oh lord! Whoa! Or hit you with a price you can't afford Then catch yo a** slipping at the BET Awards [Hook: SadBoy Loko & YG] So don't come to LA, Nobody f**ing with me I go broke rob fools for their j**elry Stick yo hand up like you guilty Doing things that my momma said I shouldn't be So don't come to LA, Nobody f**ing with me I go broke rob fools for their j**elry 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 cuz Outta town n***as watchin', wrong words get you sprayed, cuz This sh** for real, this ain't for play cuz Lil' homies bustin' missions, ain't a match, you ain't a thang cuz Don't give a f** who you gone call, nobody scare me Pirus love me solo all inside a rare breed And sh** I'm coming from a rare breed Nowadays these n***as snitching give you digits off a scared plea Hold on YG since you came out with BPT These n***as think it's cool to come down to the CPT Remember back when rappers was scared to come into town Now its Hollywood pa**es man that sh** on water down, damn! A lil' change got you workin' like a slave Pac prolly rollin' in his grave, sh** sad cuz Ain't no more pa**es on the set All you n***as out here f**ing up the west, oh god! [Hook: SadBoy Loko & YG] So don't come to LA, Nobody f**ing with me I go broke rob fools for their j**elry Stick yo hand up like you guilty Doing things that my momma said I shouldn't be So don't come to LA, Nobody f**ing with me I go broke rob fools for their j**elry 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 a** home And get some first of the month, cash the checks, c'mon Yeah you better check in if you n***as want room Look, one call on 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 n***a f** a feature for songs Run up on 'em like n***a where the scene at My n***as on go like 60 green lights Just (*static*) got jacked trynna' eat right With my n***as all d** they don't think right It's a recession man the hood f**ed up If a n***a 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 head bust [Hook: SadBoy Loko & YG] So don't come to LA, Nobody f**ing with me I go broke rob fools for their j**elry Stick yo hand up like you guilty Doing things that my momma said I shouldn't be So don't come to LA, Nobody f**ing with me I go broke rob fools for their j**elry Stick yo hand up like you guilty Doing things that my momma said I shouldn't be So don't come to LA *Gunshots*