3AM
ScHoolboy Q, Maxo Kream
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Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Chill out, LaMarcus, man, all your gloves, man, your guns, nigga It was right here, nigga Right here, yeah, yeah, it's right here I want you goin' 'round the back, you goin' 'round the side Good looks, you feel me, nigga Black gloves, black Sigs, 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, ay, 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 Gum drop, Pixy Stix Lollipop, hit lick See, my Girbaud's 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' Figueroa, pick and roll Finger roll, give and go We retro, Flu Gamin' Osama, Hussein AK-K, K sprayin' Four part Crip, was cravin' Lean, molly, sedatin' Spot 'em, got 'em, no Batman I'm robbin' (bitch, we robbin') My niggas robbin' (hey), they do just what I showed 'em (shh, don't say nothin') Spot 'em, pop 'em (hey), headshot, do blegatta (uh-huh, hey) Camp out (hey), wait around (break it down) Shake 'em down (x 'em out), take 'em down (ay), ayy Black gloves, black Sigs, 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, ay, 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 Gum drop, Pixy Stix Lollipop, hit lick Okay, my blunt, lace it, gon' face it (ay) Nine classic, gon' crack it (ay) Word of mouth, that gang raised me (ay) Word of mouth, my chop, chop, chop (brrt, brrt) Park it down, gang, put it up I got a fix, ain't gonna miss That shoulder kick, might break a wrist (ay) Them futile boys don't play on Fig' (ay, 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 (ay) 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 (woo, woo), two chop fixin' problems (ay, woo) Spot 'em, got 'em (ay, brrt), flip Chubacca (ayy, brrt, brrt) Spot 'em, got 'em (ay), nigga, my chop got Grammys (ay, ayy) Nigga, my wrist go hammy (ay) Take a bitch out them panties (ay) Black gloves, black Sigs, 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, ay, 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 Gum drop, Pixy Stix 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)
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Written by: Apex Martin, Emekwanem Biosah Jr., Evan Arman Ingersoll, Mike Dean, Paul D. Beauregard, Quincy Matthew Hanley
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