Текст песни Don't Come to LA, A.D., YG, Sad Boy, Bricc Baby

[Chorus: Sad Boy & YG]
Don't come to LA,
Nobody fuckin' with me,
I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry,
Stick yo hand up like you guilty,
Doin' things that my momma said I shouldn't be.
So don't come to LA,
Nobody fuckin' with me,
I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry,
Stick yo hand up like you guilty,
Doin' 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 payin',
Who name you sayin', you ain't good around here
‘Cause y'all niggas fuckin' up the rep.
Y'all playin' with the set, it's really war round here,
Shit, I'm even havin' problems in the set,
But I'm really from the set, y'all don't come around here,
So when y'all niggas hop of the jet,
You better tuck what's on ya neck and get the fuck from round here.
‘Cause y'all payin' 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 outta town,
You wasn't bangin' out of town, it's too late to holla now.
Woah! Imma get the OG's on board
And press the issues on you suckers, oh Lord!
Whoa! Or hit you with a price you can't afford,
Then catch yo ass slippin' at the BET Awards.

[Chorus: Sad Boy & YG]
Don't come to LA,
Nobody fuckin' with me,
I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry,
Stick yo hand up like you guilty,
Doin' things that my momma said I shouldn't be.
So don't come to LA,
Nobody fuckin' with me,
I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry,
Stick yo hand up like you guilty,
Doin' things that my momma said I shouldn't be,
So don't come to LA.

[Verse 2: A.D.]
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 gon' call, nobody scare me,
Pirus love me solo all inside a rare breed,
And, shit, I'm comin' from a rare breed.
Nowadays these niggas snitchin', 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 it's 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 fuckin' up the West, oh god!

[Chorus: Sad Boy & YG]
Don't come to LA,
Nobody fuckin' with me,
I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry,
Stick yo hand up like you guilty,
Doin' things that my momma said I shouldn't be.
So don't come to LA,
Nobody fuckin' with me,
I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry,
Stick yo hand up like you guilty,
Doin' 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 ... 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 head bust.

[Chorus: Sad Boy & YG]
Don't come to LA,
Nobody fuckin' with me,
I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry,
Stick yo hand up like you guilty,
Doin' things that my momma said I shouldn't be.
So don't come to LA,
Nobody fuckin' with me,
I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry,
Stick yo hand up like you guilty,
Doin' things that my momma said I shouldn't be,
So don't come to LA.