Don′t come to L.A.

Ain't nobody fucking with me

I go broke, rob fools for their jewelryStick yo′ hand up like you guilty

Doing things that my mama said I shouldn't be

So don't come to L.A.

Ain′t nobody fucking with me

I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry

Stick yo′ hand up like you guilty

Doing things that my mama said I shouldn't be

So don′t come to L.A.

I 'on′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

Y'all 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, and y'all don′t come around here

So when y'all niggas hop off your jet

You better tuck what′s on yo' neck and get the fuck from 'round here

′Cause y′all 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′ma get the OGs on board

And press the issues on you suckers, oh Lord

(Woah) or hit you with a price you can't afford

Then catch yo' ass slipping at the BET Awards

So don′t come to L.A.

Ain′t nobody fucking with me

I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry

Stick yo' hand up like you guilty

Doing things that my mama said I shouldn′t be

So don't come to L.A.

Ain′t nobody fucking with me

I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry

Stick yo' hand up like you guilty

Doing things that my mama said I shouldn′t be

So don't come to L.A.

Don't come to L.A., cuz

Out-of-town niggas watching, 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 call, 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 (uh-uh)

These niggas think it′s cool to come down to the CPT (uh-huh)

Remember back when rappers was scared to come into town

Now it's Hollywood passes, man, this shit all watered down, damn

A lil' change got you workin′ like a slave (fuck)

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!

So don′t come to L.A.

Ain't nobody fucking with me

I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry

Stick yo′ hand up like you guilty

Doing things that my mama said I shouldn't be

So don′t come to L.A.

Ain't nobody fucking with me

I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry

Stick yo' hand up like you guilty

Doing things that my mama said I shouldn′t be

So don′t come to L.A.

First off, this a no-fly zone

If you ain't laying with the chrome, better take your ass home

And get some first of the month, cash the checks and c′mon

Yeah, you better check in if you niggas want room

Look, one call on my phone

My Tiny Locs pull up, put that thing on your dome

Your money, chain and Rollie, 60 seconds, it's gone

Man, I′d rather tax a nigga, fuck a feature for songs (give it up, buddy)

Run up on 'em like, "Nigga what it C like?"

My niggas on go like 60 green lights

Just got jacked trynna′ eat right

When my niggas off 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 the president and still got his head bust

So don′t come to L.A.

Ain't nobody fucking with me

I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry

Stick yo′ hand up like you guilty

Doing things that my mama said I shouldn't be

So don′t come to L.A.

Ain't nobody fucking with me

I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry

Stick yo' hand up like you guilty

Doing things that my mama said I shouldn′t be

So don′t come to L.A.