3AM (feat. ScHoolboy Q)

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Chill out, LaMarcus, man, all your gloves, man, your guns, nigga It was right here, nigga Right here, yeah, yeah, it's right here Oh, so you goin' 'round the back, you goin' 'round the side Good looks, you feel me, nigga Black gloves, black cigs, three in the morning, okay Campin' outside your crib, like I'm buyin' Jordans, huh Money man, money do, Ali and LaMarcus, huh Lookin' for our target, ayy, pull over and park it, hey Front door, backyard, two stories, one garage Four cameras, no alarm, two dogs, burglar bars Four deep, six sticks, one Blood, three Crips Gon' drop, hesi-stick Lollipop, hit lick See, my jumbos saggin', Bo Jackson Toe ratchets, toe taggin' Blue flaggin', no Magnum Douchebaggin', raw doggin' Jaw lockin', house flockin' Codeine, strip, no coughin' Molly, Roxy, Oxycontin Pop 'em over, everybody See, I'm so ooh, bangin' Deuce claimin', Figueroa, pick and roll Finger roll, give and go We retro, flu gamin' Osama, Hussein AK-K, K sprayin' Forum Park Crip Wes Craven Lean, molly, sedatin' Spot 'em, got 'em, no Batman, I'm robbin' (bitch, we robbin') My niggas robbin' They do just what I showed 'em (hey, shh, don't say nothin') Spot 'em, pop 'em, headshot, 'dulla 'blongata (hey, uh-huh, hey) Camp out, wait around, shake 'em down, take 'em down, ayy Black gloves, black cigs, three in the morning, okay Campin' outside your crib, like I'm buying Jordans, huh Money man, money do, Ali and LaMarcus, huh Lookin' for our target, ayy, pull over and park it, hey Front door, backyard, two story, one garage (ayy, woo) Four cameras, no alarm, two dogs, burglar bars (ayy, brrt) Four deep, six sticks, one Blood, three Crips (ayy, ayy) Gon' drop, hesi-stick (brrt) Lollipop, hit lick (woo, ayy) Okay, my blunt, lace it, gon' face it (ayy) Nine classic, gon' crack it (ayy) Word of mouth, that gang raised me (ayy) Word of mouth, my chop, chop, chop (brrt, brrt) Break it down, gang, put it up I got a fix, ain't gonna miss That shoulder kick might break a wrist (ayy) Them doodoo boys don't be on Figg (ayy, ayy, ayy) Keep goin' live, we see that shit Location on, vibration on Gon' take 'em on, what type of niggas don't put 'em on (ayy) Through the walls, I done did it all They runnin' off, keep dumbin' off, keep pullin' rags I shoot 'em first, and shoot 'em last Then pillow tags, your silly ass (ah) Spot 'em, got 'em, two try fixin' problems (woo, woo, ayy, woo) Spot 'em, got 'em, brrt, flip Chewbacca (ayy, ayy) Spot 'em, got 'em, nigga, my chop got Grammys (ayy, ayy, ayy) Nigga, my wrist go hammy (ayy) Take a bitch out them panties (ayy) Black gloves, black cigs, three in the morning, okay Campin' outside your crib, like I'm buying Jordans, huh Money man, money do, Ali and Lamarcus, huh Lookin' for our target, ayy, pull over and park it, hey Front door, backyard, two story, one garage Four cameras, no alarm, two dogs, burglar bars Four deep, six sticks, one Blood, three Crips Gon' drop, hesi-stick Lollipop, hit lick Hit lick, hit lick Hit lick, hit lick Hit lick, hit lick (I gotta hit this lick) Hit lick, hit lick (I gotta hit this lick)