3AM - Maxo Kream, ScHoolboy Q

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

(It can get gangsta)

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 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

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

(Hey, break it down, x 'em out, 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, flip Chewbacca (Ayy, brrt, ayy, brrt, brrt)

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)