Doe Boy - 3AM IN LA lyrics

[Intro] Gang, you think I'm playin'? (Grr, bah, bah, bah, bah) You think I'm playin'? (Bah, bah, bah, bah) You think I'm playin'? (On that old dog sh*t today, Doe Beezy) [Chorus] Walkin' through the hood on my block with my glizzy (Let's go, rah) I shoot like old dog with that Glock, I get busy (Bah, bah, bah, roof, bah, bah, bah, roof, roof) Posted on the set, full of hunnids, not a fifty (Let's go) Catch me hangin' with the Bloods out in LA, who Chiriqqy? (Oh, really?) I'm in Cleveland with my felons, b*tch, we terrorize the city (Brrat, brrat) Don't compare me to no rapper who ain't never shot his blicky (Bah, bah, bah, boom, bah, bah, bah, bah) Nine full of blues (Blues), don't see not a twenty (Twenty) Came in with them tools (Tools), broski got the semi (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, playin') [Verse] Came in with like two sticks, picked the toolkit (Grr) Get that ni**a, "Shh," whacked, on my to-do list (Pussy) I was just eatin' jail brace, now I'm in Ruth Chris's (Facts) And I might jack on that goon sh*t, he really do sh*t (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, playin') Keep one in the head (Head), ain't no need to co*k it (Ain't no need to co*k it) You know damn well I ain't goin', boy, stop it (Boom) Choppa like my baby (Yeah), lemme rock-a-bye it (Grrah, rah, grrah, rah, rah, rah) Did a drill, now I feel bad, I gotta put it up for adoption (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, think I'm playin'?) Ask 'em, "Who the hottest?" Bet they say me (Doe Beezy) Shot at them, they ate you back, dammit, they sweet (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, mwah) Pussy ni**a scared of me, it's clear as HD (Facts) fu*k the 'plause, but these VVSs made me say, "Cheese" [Chorus] Walkin' through the hood on my block with my glizzy (Grrt) I shoot like old dog with that Glock, I get busy (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah) Posted on the set, full of hunnids, not a fifty (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang) Catch me hangin' with the Bloods out in LA, who Chiriqqy? (Oh, really? Rah) I'm in Cleveland with my felons, b*tch, we terrorize the city (Brrt) Don't compare me to no rapper who ain't never shot his blicky (No, boom) Nine full of blues (Blues), don't see not a twenty (Don't see not a twenty) Came in with them tools (Tools), broski got the semi (Grrah, rah) [Outro] You think I'm playin'? You think I'm playin'? Oh, really?