YG Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #150 lyrics

[Intro: YG]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, look
Look

[Verse: YG & Justin Credible]
Turnt up, burnt-out
Pretty b*tches outta house
Who f*ck n*ggas for clout, things she did it with her mouth (Mhm)
I rep the West so hard, they don't feel me in the South (Ooh, ooh)
They f*ck with me but they just can't get with the bounce
Ice-T said L.A. n*ggas don't wear chains
But why the f*ck I got bust downs and plain janes?
I be covered in gold, n*gga, A-Spades (Yes)
Big dog in the city, b*tch, great thang (Big dog, uh)
They like, "How you maintain, livin' with a gang bang?" (Yeah)
'Cause I keep that flame flame, play with me, your brains hang (Woo)
b*tch I'm a whole gangster like my stage namе
Get money and f*ck on your main thang (Let's do it)
Paparazzi, f*ck thе fame, Tequila sippin' I'm the pain
But every time some sh*t happen, YG the one to blame? (Mmh, mmh)
And that's lame, that's a f*ckin' shame
I swear that sh*t's strange
One ticket, two ticket, three tickets, fo'
I got tickets and they ain't from the po-po
I got plenty mo', I f*ck with plenty hoes
They suck me then f*ck me and then talk about they goals (Woo)
No, I don't politic, I'm not a politician
Got hope in my heart I hope the opps ain't got a pot to p*ss in (Come on)
How that's your goal but tryin' competition?
Type a n*gga get caught in awkward positions
I'm fightin' addictions, I pay commissions, gay positions
For convictions, for street cred so y'all would listen (Okay)
I don't trust a soul dog, that's my position (Woo)
Ayy, 'cause, n*gga, I been crossed by Christians
So cautious, I let it bang (Come on)
In a courtroom I'm a rapper, I ain't never sane (Come on)
Same n*gga, same I ain't never changed
Married to the game, fo' hunnid on the wedding rings (Okay)
Stupid, made it out the streets, GaTa blueprint
Y'all was mad, Nip was Crip and I was whoopin'
That was my low, we did our thang, we was troopin'
They was mad back then but now they salutin' (Salute)
To the coach, I made contribution
Gave back to the city, I done pay for prostitution (Mmh, okay)
'Cause they ain't the same but still gave 'em evolution
The homies do the crime, I pay the restitution
Respectfully, if you ain't steppin' you can't get next to me
So much of a real n*gga, they thought I had the recipe
Ecstasy, how I make her feel sexually
She toppin' me off, I can't get enough, I'm thinkin' 'bout the broccoli (Come on)
In my city dog, it's shoot-outs and robberies
So think twice before you rodeo drive for a shoppin' spree (That's fact)
Check your chain if you ain't slidin around properly
Shoot first, ask questions later, speak Glockanese
Oh, Glockanese, okay
Yeah (YG)
Hold on, I gotta say this, I gotta say this (Run it then)
And how to rob a rapper ain't no diss
It's just a message to these rappers, please be on your sh*t (Be clear)
Yeah (Be clear)
[Outro: YG & Justin Credible]
Long live Nip Hussle, long live Slim Fo', 400
I Got Issues out now (Woo), talk to me
Okay, YG settin' the record straight out here