3Am Maxo Kream (Ft. ScHoolboy Q)

[Intro: Maxo Kream]
(It can get gangsta)
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

[Chorus: Maxo Kream]
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

[Verse 1: Maxo Kream]
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)