Klepto lyrics

[Verse 1]
It's your boy, so go home boy
Back to your crib, unemployed
While I play like a little boy
And get paid, major, don't dennoy
You're loving, the way I make noise
Playing with my MPC toys
Back off of me
'Cause, cause, cause you think you're hard you're all soft to me
Your beats, they sound a little off to me
I don't nod my head, just look at you awkwardly
You should just rip the ears off of me
Cause I don't lie, I can take a sh*t openly
That's whack, put it back
Even Angelo was better than that
I turn your snare into your face getting smacked like
(Strat!)

[Hook]
I'ma let you know what I'm about
You ain't about sh*t
I'm about to take the MPC out of your f*cking house
I'ma let you know what I'm about
And you ain't about sh*t
And I'm about to take the MPC out of your f*cking house
[Verse 2]
And it's all too silly, to me
They take it too sincerely
I'm jack tripping all, so don't you get near me or
3's a company dog
Quit playing Mr. Philly, huh?
Without a doubt, I turn it out, ... all about
Exile's in the f*cking house... you will know what's up
sh*t Exile's f*cking nuts uppercuts of the grill of the weak and pulling dresses up
So I can reveal what's up, that's what's up, that's what's up
I'm extra tough, plus I'm extra nuts
I got 4 balls 2 di*ks and 3 sl*ts
One for the c*nt, one for the butt
One to juggle 3 balls, the one that's left you could suck

[Hook]
I'ma let you know what I'm about
Apparently you ain't about sh*t
To knock the microphone out of your f*cking mouth
I'ma let you know what I'm about
And you ain't about sh*t
So I'm about
To knock the microphone out of your f*cking mouth

[Verse 3]
Get it out, it doesn't belong there
In your face, I put my arms there
Better yet, during a show, I create a bomb scare
I'm like, everybody get out, it's gonna blow, get out of here
That's the only way your sh*t's gonna blow unless it blows like it sucks
It does though so
I guess you blow bro
You better go home listen to my demo in slow mo
Mo, mo, mo, motion, coast to coasting
I be boasting broads in the motherf*cking sushi that's still alive in the ocean
Haters talk sh*t but still rewind, like oh sh*t
Exile's whack but still he's the dopest
Beat maker, scratcher, and hip hop vocalist
Heater's hot like, "He's smoking this mic tell Cherry inhale and start choking b*tch"
But really I'm not joking this
Me with a gift that ticks, open it
[Hook]
I'ma let you know what I'm about and you ain't about
sh*t, so I'm about, to take the turn tables out your f*cking house
I'ma let you know what I'm about and you ain't about
sh*t, so I'm about, to take all your equipment out your f*cking house