Klay Thompson Letra

I just stepped off in the buildin' like what's it hittin' for? (Hittin', hittin')
Know your partner out here snitchin', givin' info (Fuck snitches)
No, I don't move with none of these niggas, they ain't my kinfolk (No way)
I hit the road, get the backend and then I head home (Let's go, let's go)
Cookie, smoke immaculate, you cap, no, you ain't havin' shit (Cap)
Know I can fuck the baddest bitch (No cap), know you into that basic shit (Ooh, no cap)
My youngin comin' off the bench, he shoulda been a starter (Yeah)
Yeah, he known for paintin' shit, a shooter like Klay Thompson (Yeah, yeah)

Back with my shit, ignorant shit, that's what they want (Fuck they want)
Foreignized my whips, all my trunks sittin' in the front (Skrrt)
First night I hit, buy the bitch everything she wants (Let's go, let's go)
Know I'm with the shits, swang the chopstick like Daniel-San
My youngin off the leash, they can't tame him, he catch bodies
You claimin' like you street, he gon' come and see about it
Ain't had no mama or no daddy, all the nigga know is violence (Let's go)
He ain't ever had shit, had to put somethin' in his pockets
Do it, done, went and slang that gun (Uh)
Nigga, up that drum (Uh), it's murder one (Uh)
He gon' do it for fun (Uh), he ain't worried 'bout nothin' (Uh)
He ain't livin' for nothin' (Uh), he just out here thuggin' (Uh)
He just out here thuggin'

I just stepped off in the buildin' like what's it hittin' for? (Hittin', hittin')
Know your partner out here snitchin', givin' info (Know he tattle talin')
No, I don't move with none of these niggas, they ain't my kinfolk (No way)
I hit the road, get the backend and then I head home (Go, go, go)
Cookie, smoke immaculate, you cap, no, you ain't havin' shit (Cap)
Know I can fuck the baddest bitch (No cap), know you into that basic shit (No cap, no cap)
My youngin comin' off the bench, he shoulda been a starter
Yeah, he known for paintin' shit, a shooter like Klay Thompson (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Ain't nothin' like the other niggas, all that shit they rap be fantasized (That's cap)
Know you ain't built like that 'cause that type of shit ain't glamorized
Walk with a 50 pack, these all blues, ain't got no fives (Racks, racks)
Whole hood screamin', "Slatt", they pop the five, they real slime
We ain't never look for comfort, bein' honest, I'm a monster
Nigga playin' like he want it, watch them hollows eat his stomach
I'ma block the bitch number if she ain't talkin' 'bout fuckin'
Ain't got no time for the discussion, all my time is made for money
Had to get it (Woah), dirty pot, had to whip it (Woah)
All the Glocks got extensions (Uh), they squeeze like a lemon (Uh)
Why they tellin', tellin' lies? Why they just fibbin'? (Uh, why they, why they?)
They gon' go and cross the line just to say they fit in, fit in

I just stepped off in the buildin' like what's it hittin' for? (Hittin', hittin')
Know your partner out here snitchin', givin' info (Know he tattle talin')
No, I don't move with none of these niggas, they ain't my kinfolk (No way)
I hit the road, get the backend and then I head home (Let's go, let's go, let's go)
Cookie, smoke immaculate, you cap, no, you ain't havin' shit (Woah)
Know I can fuck the baddest bitch (Let's go), know you into that basic shit (That shit)
My youngin comin' off the bench, he shoulda been a starter
Yeah, he known for paintin' shit, a shooter like Klay Thompson (Yeah)

Woah, oh
Woah, oh
Woah, oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh