KKK
Maxo Kream Lyrics


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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
Two 23'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
Two 23'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????
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

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

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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Maxo Kream's song KKK paints a vivid picture of the streets and gang culture in Houston, Texas. The artist boasts about carrying a gun with 30 bullets, which he refers to as his "burner." He also references Steph Curry, stating that his gun will "burn" just like the basketball player shoots. He talks about seeking revenge and murder against those who cross him or cause trouble, claiming that he does not trust anyone and that his KK (short for Ku Klux Klan) can spit.


Kream touches on the subject of fake friends and betrayal. The themes of loyalty and trust (or lack thereof) are explored in lines like "I don't trust 'em, I kill niggas quick" and "these niggas'll dap you and smile in your face, but really they salty." These verses suggest that the artist has been betrayed in the past and is now cautious about who he trusts, calling out those who live for revenge and would turn on their own friends for their own gain.


Throughout the song, Kream seems to be unapologetic, blunt, and almost proud of his gang affiliations, yet he also shows a deeper sadness and regret for those who have died, including Andrew. Overall, the lyrics to KKK showcase gang culture, violence, and mistrust that is often present in inner-city neighborhoods across the United States.


Line by Line Meaning

Everywhere I go, I got a burner
I carry a gun with me everywhere I go


And that carry 30 hollow, she'll burn ya (Stephen Curry)
My gun is loaded with 30 hollow point bullets, which would cause serious damage to anyone it hits


If it's beef, then we gonna get you murdered (kill a nigga)
If there's a conflict, I'll resort to violence and have someone killed


If it's beef, then we lookin' for ya mother (where she at?)
If there's a conflict, everyone close to my target is a target themselves


3 K's in the back, with bullets in em (uh-huh)
I have three rifles with the letter 'K' on them, which symbolizes my hate for black people, and they're loaded and ready to fire


3 K's, cause I don't like niggas (no I don't)
I have three rifles with the letter 'K' on them, which symbolizes my hate for black people


Got my finger on the AK trigger (pow pow)
I have my finger on the trigger of my AK-47, ready to shoot


Groovin' through the city, high, and limousine tent
I'm driving through the city in a limo with tinted windows


Two 23's in the magazine clip
My gun magazine is loaded with two .223 caliber bullets


If I catch ya on the block, then you gone get chipped
If I see you on my turf, I'll make sure you get shot


Shoot the whole clip 'til the trigger go click
I'll shoot my entire magazine until the gun clicks, indicating it's empty


These niggas so fake, man, these niggas'll snitch
Many people in my life won't hesitate to tell the authorities what I'm doing


Just like some hips, man, these niggas'll switch
People I thought were loyal can easily become disloyal


He look like a man, but he really a bitch
Someone appears to be tough but is actually weak


RIP, Andrew, I'll never forget
I'm in mourning for someone I knew named Andrew who died


He died from the hands of a man in his clique
Andrew was killed by someone he trusted


That's why I don't trust 'em, I kill niggas quick
I don't trust anyone and I'm quick to resort to violence


Niggas'll send you on crash dummy licks
Some people will send you on dangerous errands where you could get hurt or killed


And you gone get killed on that????
You could easily die on one of those dangerous errands


Supposed to be niggas, he fuckin' yo bitch
Someone I thought was my friend is sleeping with my girlfriend


He eating her pussy, you eating on chips
While he's having sex with my girlfriend, I'm snacking on chips like an idiot


And niggas you put on and helped and get rich
I helped these guys become successful and now they're trying to bring me down


Will set you up quick and take you down for them bricks
They are willing to betray me so they can take my money


I know plenty of stories like Rico and Mitch
I've heard a lot of stories of betrayal and violence in my life


These niggas is janky, they on that fuck shit
These people are dishonest and always looking to deceive others


I'm janky myself, so I never trust shit
I recognize that I have dishonest tendencies, so I never trust anyone or believe anything they say


Catch a nigga with a Smith & Wesson
I'll catch someone with my Smith & Wesson handgun


Shoot him while he least expect it
I'll shoot him when he doesn't see it coming


No eye-witness, no confession, no police and no detectives
I'll make sure there are no witnesses or evidence, so it's impossible for the police or detectives to solve the crime


Nigga gotta choppa', hit em'
If someone comes after me, I'll use my rifle to take them down


Grim reaper, then the reverend
I'm so deadly that the only person who can save my target is a priest


Momma crying, momma miss him
The victim's mother will be mourning the loss of her son


Young Max God, I don't forgive him
I believe I'm powerful enough that god won't forgive me for what I've done


These niggas act like roaches, spray 'em with Raid
These people bother me like pests, so I want to get rid of them


They see that you trappin', you moving that weight
They see that I'm making money selling drugs


These niggas is mad, they not getting enough play
These people are mad because they're not making as much money as I am


You think he yo mans, but he really a snake
Someone I thought was my friend is actually plotting against me


Public informant, he work for the state
He's a government informant who's trying to get me arrested


Video footage, recording on tape
There's evidence against me, such as security footage or audio recording


Surrounding your house and now kick in yo place
The police are surrounding my house and coming to arrest me


Drugs in the cabinet, cash in the safe
The police will find my drugs and money when they search my house


Weed in the trash bag and drank by the case
The police will also find drugs and alcohol in the trash


Coke in the attic and gun on yo waist
The police will find both drugs and weapons in my house


That boy ain't yo nigga, he work for the Jakes
That person who you think is your friend is actually working for the police


These rapper niggas talkin', but I really do this shit
I'm not just rapping about violence, I'm actually living it


I been juggin', selling hoes, way before this rap, bitch
I've been selling drugs and pimping out women before I got into rap


Fucking bitches, selling drugs, on the dub hitting licks
I'm sleeping around and committing crimes to make money


Moving pints, selling lean, finessin' niggas out they shit
I'm selling prescription cough syrup mixed with soda to make money off of drug addicts


Double trigger, 40 Glocks, and AK's
I have several guns in my possession, including a double-barrel shotgun, two handguns, and an AK-47


Double barrel shotty, will blow you away
My double-barrel shotgun is capable of killing someone easily


Catch a couple of bodies, throw 'em away
I've killed a few people and disposed of their bodies


These niggas act like roaches, spray 'em with Raid
I'm going to get rid of these people, just like I would get rid of pests


These niggas'll dap you and smile in your face
These people will act friendly towards me, but they are actually plotting against me


But really they salty, cause these niggas hate
They're jealous of my success


You think he yo mans, but he really a snake
Someone I thought was my friend is actually plotting against me


Shoot a nigga down, then I po' up
After I kill someone, I'll celebrate by drinking alcohol




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