Artist: YG f/ A.D., Bricc Baby, Sadboy Album: Still Brazy Song: Don't Come to LA Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Chorus: SadBoy Loko & (YG)] (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) 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 y'all niggas fucking up the rep Ya'll playing with the set, it's really war round here Shit 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 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 that's watered down Bompton! That where I'm from, shit is 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'mma get the OGs on board And press the issues on you suckers Whoa! Or hit you with a price you can't afford Then catch yo ass slipping at the BET Awards [Chorus: SadBoy Loko & (YG)] (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) 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 cuz Outta town niggas watchin', wrong words get you sprayed, cuz This shit 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 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 these niggas 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 Now its Hollywood passes man that shit on water down, damn! A lil' change got you workin' like a slave Pac prolly rollin' in his grave, shit sad cuz Ain't no more passes on the set All you niggas out here fucking up the west, oh god! [Chorus: SadBoy Loko & (YG)] (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) 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, 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 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 (*static*) 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 [Chorus: SadBoy Loko & (YG)] (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) 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)