Yung Kayo - bstroy lyrics

[Intro] Down for the Kount, b*tch [Chorus] Your b*tch in my Bstroy socks Hollow tips, boy, these ain't rocks I sweep sh*t just like mops Pull up, hop out with the mop Pull up, pop out with the Glock Pull up, everybody get popped Ran in, ran in with a nine fu*k it, everybody in here gotta die [Verse 1] ni**as snitchin', I don't know why My kitchen got ice in the pots b*tches tastin' just like scotch b*tch I'm sippin' lean, this ain't scotch AMC, investing in the stocks Bitcoin, brought my chain to the block Big guap, 'bout to get to the lot Send me the addy, I'ma slide at the drop Pancake the b*tch like IHOP She off a Addy and she giving out top I only need twenty-four on the clock Bobblehead b*tch, give me the bop I'll wipe your nose, b*tch, I'll wipe your snot She said she got WAP, but I know it's not I handle the F&N just like my thot I finger the trigger until that sh*t pop [Chorus] Your b*tch in my Bstroy socks Hollow tips, boy, these ain't rocks I sweep sh*t just like mops Pull up, hop out with the mop Pull up, pop out with the Glock Pull up, everybody get popped Ran in, ran in with a nine fu*k it, everybody in here gotta die [Verse 2] Bstroy socks, Bstroy socks Bstroy socks, Bstroy socks She giving out the top, you’ll meet me at top [?] on the body, the green on the crotch The fans on my ass, tryna get me to drop The feds on my ass, tryna get me to talk Bag full of snakes in the back of the Trackhawk Fly overseas on the jet to a yacht The whip orange like a moon with a monk Put a aim on TV, I don’t move with a pole I'ma slide at noon like a mission out at lunch I'm in Calabasas [?] I'm like Rob Dyrdek 'cause I might pull a stunt She say I'm ridiculous, not one of them ones (One of them ones) Move to Laurel Canyon and stopped totin’ my gun Since I got this cannon, I fell in love with the drum I might go and vanish if this rap sh*t isn't fun (fu*k this rap sh*t) Crib came with a Buddha, I pray every morning Woke up in [?] put a hole in your hoodie [Chorus] Your b*tch in my Bstroy socks Hollow tips, boy, these ain't rocks I sweep sh*t just like mops Pull up, hop out with the mop Pull up, pop out with the Glock Pull up, everybody get popped Ran in, ran in with a nine fu*k it, everybody in here gotta die