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Down for the count, bitch

Your bitch in my Bstroy socks
Hollow tips, boy, these ain't rocks
I sweep shit 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 out with a .9
Fuck it, everybody in here gotta die

Niggas snitchin', I don't know why
My kitchen got ice in the pots
Bitches tastin' just like scotch
Bitch, 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 bitch like IHOP
She off a Addy and she giving out top
I only need twenty-four on the clock
Bobblehead bitch, give me the bop
I'll wipe your nose, bitch, 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 shit pop

Your bitch in my Bstroy socks
Hollow tips, boy, these ain't rocks
I sweep shit 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 out with a .9
Fuck it, everybody in here gotta die

Bstroy socks, Bstroy socks
Bstroy socks, Bstroy socks

She giving out the top, you'll meet me at top
80 on the body, mix the green on the crotch
Fans on my ass, tryna get me to drop
Feds on my ass, tryna get me to talk
Bag full of sticks in the back of the Trackhawk
Fly overseas on the jet to a yacht
The whip orange like I move with a monk
Put the M in TV, I ain't move with a punk
I'ma slide at noon like a mission out at lunch

I'm in Calabasas, woah
She say 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, nah)
Moved to Laurel Canyon and still totin' my gun (baow, baow, baow)
Since I got this cannon, I fell in love with the drum (grrt)
I might go and vanish if this rap shit isn't fun (fuck this rap shit)
Crib came with a Buddha, I pray every morning
Walk up into school, put a hole in your hoodie

Your bitch in my Bstroy socks
Hollow tips, boy, these ain't rocks
I sweep shit 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 out with a .9
Fuck it, everybody in here gotta die