No More Parties in LA

[Part I]

[Intro]

Popped a pill, now it feel right

You know how to make it feel right, yeah

LAX for the flight

California dreamin' for the night, yeah

[Chorus]

She's 'bout to party in L.A

She's got the molly in her drink

She can hardly hear me when I say

"Please, no more parties in L.A.", yeah

She gon' have this shit her way

Always at the party, that's the play

Wonder if she hear me when I say

"Please, no more parties in L.A."

[Verse]

Cash drippin' out the Range truck

Got some change and then you changed up

Talkin' to me like you can't be fucked with

You fucked me once, you still the same fuck

You be running 'round the city wildin'

Shit be goin' down, don't care to hide it

Got me running 'round the city toxic

(I hope you don't notice me)

Me in V.I.P got me wildin'

Phone on DND, don't fuck the vibe up

Party TNT, there's no survivors

She done lots of tea, got no attire

She came in for molly, X and Oxy'

But she wants to top me hella sloppy

Pussy fire as hot than the tropic

She don't get acknowledged when she top me off

Never acknowledge fuck shit a fake

Faded top, I wouldn't boss up, great

All that talking shit is for the jakes

In L.A. it's drugs to the face

She done took a couple to the face

How much more drugs do it take

To never hit another party out in L.A.?

[Part II]

[Chorus]

I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more

I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more

I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more

I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more

I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more

I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more

[Verse]

Yeah, bass

Pretty bad bitch with the face

Shawty, right there, I need a case

Case of the 'Migo, case of the '42

Shawty, right there, I need the Ace

Wild out time when you like that, uh

Sex too good just to type that

I don't condone doin' no pills but you do it with a thrill every time that you bite back

Cali, the valley, the scores in Italy, the pure lookin' hoes still fuck like whores in the alley

I take 'em to the function and send 'em to the bros for the alley

I'm gettin' down in the bathroom, someone knock, knock at the door

Nigga, stop cockblockin'

We in Beverly Hills, somebody party, I'm fuckin' me a white bitch out of Hot Topic

One thing that a young nigga know, is these bitches they come, they go

Monday through Sunday, Friday, Friday through Sunday, yo

She tellin' me she want some of my pocket

I must be lookin' like I'm one day old

The bitch said she would never give a threesome

I told you, I'll get it one day, ho

[Chorus]

I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more

I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more

I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more

I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more

I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more

I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more