KKK - Maxo Kream

3 K’s, cause I don’t like niggas

Groovin' through the city, high, and limousine tint

.223's in the magazine clip

If I catch ya on the block, then you gone get chipped

Shoot the whole clip 'til the trigger go click

Groovin' through the city, high, and limousine tent

.223's in the magazine clip

If I catch ya on the block, then you gone get chipped

Shoot the whole clip 'til the trigger go click

(What we do?)

These niggas so fake, man, these niggas’ll snitch

Just like some hips, man, these niggas’ll switch

He look like a man, but he really a bitch

RIP, Andrew, I’ll never forget

He died from the hands of a man in his clique

That’s why I don’t trust 'em, I kill niggas quick

Niggas’ll send you on crash dummy licks

And you gone get killed on that bungee wire shit

Supposed to be niggas, he fuckin' yo bitch

He eating her pussy, you eating on chips

And niggas you put on and helped and get rich

Will set you up quick and take you down for them bricks

I know plenty of stories like Rico and Mitch

These niggas is janky, they on that fuck shit

I’m janky myself, so I never trust shit

Fuck all you niggas, my KK can spit

Everywhere I go, I got a burner

And that carry 30 hollow, she’ll burn ya (Stephen Curry)

If it’s beef, then we gonna get you murdered (kill a nigga)

If it’s beef, then we lookin' for ya mother (where she at?)

3 K’s in the back, with bullets in em (uh-huh)

3 K’s, cause I don’t like niggas (no I don’t)

Got my finger on the AK trigger (pow pow)

3 K’s, cause I don’t like niggas

Groovin' through the city, high, and limousine tent

.223's in the magazine clip

If I catch ya on the block, then you gone get chipped

Shoot the whole clip 'til the trigger go click

Groovin' through the city, high, and limousine tent

.223's in the magazine clip

If I catch ya on the block, then you gone get chipped

Shoot the whole clip 'til the trigger go click

(What we do?)

Catch a nigga with a Smith & Wesson

Shoot him while he least expect it

No eye-witness, no confession, no police and no detectives

Nigga gotta choppa', hit em'

Grim reaper, then the reverend

Momma crying, momma miss him

Young Max God, I don’t forgive him

Nigga wanna plex like hold up

Bullet hit his head, then he fold up

I don’t kid around, I’m a grown up

Shoot a nigga down, then I po' up

Everywhere I go, I got a burner

And that carry 30 hollow, she’ll burn ya (Stephen Curry)

If it’s beef, then we gonna get you murdered (kill a nigga)

If it’s beef, then we lookin' for ya mother (where she at?)

3 K’s in the back, with bullets in em (uh-huh)

3 K’s, cause I don’t like niggas (no I don’t)

Got my finger on the AK trigger (pow pow)

3 K’s, cause I don’t like niggas

Groovin' through the city, high, and limousine tent

.223's in the magazine clip

If I catch ya on the block, then you gone get chipped

Shoot the whole clip 'til the trigger go click

Groovin' through the city, high, and limousine tent

.223's in the magazine clip

If I catch ya on the block, then you gone get chipped

Shoot the whole clip 'til the trigger go click

(What we do?)

Double trigger, 40 Glocks, and AK’s

Double barrel shotty, will blow you away

Catch a couple of bodies, throw 'em away

These niggas act like roaches, spray 'em with Raid

These niggas’ll dap you and smile in your face

But really they salty, cause these niggas hate

They see that you trappin', you moving that weight

These niggas is mad, they not getting enough play

You think he yo mans, but he really a snake

Public informant, he work for the state

Video footage, recording on tape

Surrounding your house and now kick in yo place

Drugs in the cabinet, cash in the safe

Weed in the trash bag and drank by the case

Coke in the attic and gun on yo waist

That boy ain’t yo nigga, he work for the Jakes

These rapper niggas talkin', but I really do this shit

I been juggin', selling hoes, way before this rap, bitch

Fucking bitches, selling drugs, on the dub hitting licks

Moving pints, selling lean, finessin' niggas out they shit

Nigga wanna plex like hold up

Bullet hit his head, then he fold up

I don’t kid around, I’m a grown up

Shoot a nigga down, then I po' up