A$AP P on the Boards - KKK lyrics

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A$AP P on the Boards - KKK lyrics

[Hook] 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 (k** a n***a) 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 n***as (no I don't) Got my finger on the AK trigger (pow pow) 3 K's, cause I don't like n***as 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?) [Verse 1] These n***as so fake, man, these n***as'll snitch Just like some hips, man, these n***as'll switch He look like a man, but he really a b**h 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 k** n***as quick n***as'll send you on crash dummy licks And you gone get k**ed on that ???? Supposed to be n***as, he f**in' yo b**h He eating her p**y, you eating on chips And n***as 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 n***as is janky, they on that f** sh** I'm janky myself, so I never trust sh** f** all you n***as, 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 (k** a n***a) 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 n***as (no I don't) Got my finger on the AK trigger (pow pow) 3 K's, cause I don't like n***as 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?) [Verse 2] Catch a n***a with a Smith & Wesson Shoot him while he least expect it No eye-witness, no confession, no police and no detectives n***a gotta choppa', hit em' Grim reaper, then the reverend Momma crying, momma miss him Young Max God, I don't forgive him n***a 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 n***a down, then I po' up [Hook] 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 (k** a n***a) 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 n***as (no I don't) Got my finger on the AK trigger (pow pow) 3 K's, cause I don't like n***as 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?) [Verse 3] Double trigger, 40 Glocks, and AK's Double barrel shotty, will blow you away Catch a couple of bodies, throw 'em away These n***as act like roaches, spray 'em with Raid These n***as'll dap you and smile in your face But really they salty, cause these n***as hate They see that you trappin', you moving that weight These n***as 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 n***a, he work for the Jakes [Bridge] These rapper n***as talkin', but I really do this sh** I been juggin', selling hoes, way before this rap, b**h f**ing b**hes, selling d**, on the dub hitting licks Moving pints, selling lean, finessin' n***as out they sh** n***a 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 n***a down, then I po' up

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