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)