Hardest In Da K Pt, 3 (A)

Hardest In the K part three

Im on you niggas neck's man I ain't gone lie

Yop, this the hardest In the K part three
These niggas know they ain't really fucking with me
A nigga run up wrong Imma put him on a Tee (Braa)
Tell them come and play If they think shit sweet (Come on)
It's a cold day Imma hop out with the heat
Pull up with the mops trying to clean a nigga street (Boom, boom, boom)
Now they floating like some dust cause they got they ass sweep
I ain't even gotta move bro a kill you for a P

I ain't talking about a pound bitch Im talking about a pill
Boy's slid over here and almost got they ass peeled (Brrraaa)
What I got to prove to niggas boy I know that Im real
Don't care how long you knew me cross me you getting killed
Lil boy you was Inside I was In the field
From Charlotte to the Kill I been clutching on steel

Put that bag on your head boy they coming to get ya
Say It's smoke when I see you bitch Im pressing the issue
223s never fail bitch It's ripping through tissue
He tried to run be he fell when he heard the whistle
The opps be shooting 22s but they flexing them missiles (Haaa)
Swear to god these niggas soft boy just like a bristle
Heat a nigga block bro I think I heard that bitch sizzle (Brraaa)
Slid on em with the K just like a initial
I heard the opps changed niggas trying to act civil

Sike! (Hahaaa)

Boy you know them niggas been civil (For real boy)
We know them lame niggas always talking through them pillows (Nah for real boy)
The bity know Steezyy always been official (Nah for real boy)
The bity know all opps artificial
Bitch Im outside like Im trying to get a signal
She trying to keep me around because she know Im beneficial (I ain't dumb bitch)
Thought she set the play Tory Lanez, had to up the pistol (Boom)

Lil bro 14 and got more money than your plug nigga
He walk down with twin glock's swear to God that nigga love killing
Yeah I scam but I make more money off of drug dealing
Snaked so many times boy you lucky If I show you love nigga

I'll walk Inside the mall see what I like and buy It all
Throw It In the bag like The Dream fuck what It cost
Niggas know Im finna blow thats why they praying that I fall
Telling hoes the shit you do In these streets boy Im appalled

Versatile boy get on any beat and Snap
Crackle & Pop catch an opp Im on his cap (Brrraaa)
When I lurk Im using apps I ain't using my maps
Cause when we slide swear to God It's gone sound like thunder clapped (clapping)
Bro take the backroad you know the laws on that route
I ain't gay but I see the opps I'm taking niggas out (Boom, boom, boom)
He think he me so I pulled up put them slugs In his mouth
I be having all the drip they be having all the drought

Catch an opp Im hopping out and walking niggas down (Nah for real)
Fuck hanging out the window I ain't trying to miss a round (Nah for real)
You run up Imma kill you I ain't fucking playing around
Lay a nigga down do the time and lay It down (Imma lay It down boy)
Keep fucking with that gang boy you gone end up found
Potato on the barrel Im good for one round
Found the right window boy I gotta make this count (Gotta make It count)
Shot em one time that bitch ain't make no sound (Inhale)

(Boom!)