Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song KKK , by - Maxo Kream. Song from the album #Maxo187, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 04.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: TSO
Song language: English
KKK |
| 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 |