Jay Critch - In LA lyrics

[Intro] Ayy Jay Critch, Hood Fav (Beat— Beat— Beat—) That's why I don’t write this sh*t (Beat Boy taught me, Beat Boy taught me) Yeah [Chorus] In my trap, it ain't no discounts or no coupons (No coupons) Pushed the wrong bu*ton, now the roof gone I'm on some big money sh*t, ni**a, fu*k you on? (fu*k you on?) Still standing tall, ni**as folding like futons Got the tool on, I dare a ni**a move wrong (I dare a ni**a move wrong and sh*t) Act a fool on, I’ll let it off and you gone (Boom, boom) I'll bring some bands to your block and put your crew on (Put your crew on) I'll cut my hand off so I don't need a new arm (Cut off my hand) [Verse] I'll still be the man when my grandkids in schoolyards (I'll still be the man) Talk that money, little ni**as funny like Duval And these ni**as' money too short, need a new job In LA, I'm bumping Too $hort, money too tall If I call the hitters right now, they gon’ shoot y’all (Baow) Tell these ni**as go and pipe down, they ain't do nothing (They ain’t do nothing) Double cup calm me right down like woosah These rappers living two lives, keep on telling new lies (Keep on telling new lies) Know ni**as that stick up, aim at your medulla (Aim at your medulla) Money called, I picked up, look at how the crew drive (Look at how the crew) Some ni**as had switched up, they worse than the new guys (They worse than the new) I don't give two sh*ts, ni**as worth two flies Run up on my crew wrong, I'ma let two fly (Two) And I might do wrong, but at least I move right (Right) Two diamond chains hitting like they got in two fights (Ice) I don't know who telling, a ni**a like you might (Might) VVS’s late night shining in the moonlight I'm moving with some shooters and I'm moving with some felons (Moving with some felons) These b*tches gonna do you, they'll finesse you if you let 'em Need a M&M up in the account and that's a melon (Melon) With the dogs, if I sic 'em on 'em, they gon' get 'em (Get 'em) And my pockets large, remember I was scraping up the pennies I made a way, it's hard, but a ni**a balling like I'm Penny Ten car garage, young ni**a want it, I'ma get it (30) Go and do some fraud sh*t and turn your back and then regret it (30) I was broking laws, but up in the trap, I had good credit (Jugg) ni**a moving off and he got the packs, he getting shredded (Jugg, jugg) Thinking sh*t is soft, ni**a, once it's up, we never dead it Don't get X-ed out playing games, ice on me shredding (Ice on me shredding) Brodie got good aim, that boy got medals (That boy got medals) When them ni**as hit your corner, the pedal down to the metal (Skrrt) Shooters send you right to Hell and make you dance with the Devil [Chorus] In my trap, it ain't no discounts or no coupons (No coupons) Pushed the wrong bu*ton, now the roof gone I'm on some big money sh*t, ni**a, fu*k you on? (fu*k you on?) Still standing tall, ni**as folding like futons Got the tool on, I dare a ni**a move wrong (I dare a ni**a move wrong and sh*t) Act a fool on, I'll let it off and you gone (Boom, boom) I'll bring some bands to your block and put your crew on (Put your crew on) I'll cut my hand off so I don't need a new arm (Cut off my hand)