Date 2021-05-30
Category Foreign Music Download, Lyrics, Music Video, New Music
The visual for the new “bstroy socks” track has Yung Kayo & Young Stoner Life collaborating. The song was produced by Warpstr. Watch the video, listen, stream, buy, mp3 download the song.
Yung Kayo Bstroy
Produced by Warpstr, “bstroy socks” boasts one of the most abrasive beats in recent memory. The Yeezus-esque sonics blare with no regard to the possibility of deterring listeners, but the dissonant synths combine with a thumping drum pattern to create an extremely unique and captivating soundscape. What’s even more impressive is that Yung Kayo navigates it with ease, making for a lively and infectious track that only a few contemporary artists could pull off.
Yung Kayo – bstroy socks (prod. Warpstr)
Lyrics
Down for the Kount, bitch
[Chorus]
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 in with a nine
Fuck it, everybody in here gotta die
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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 in with a nine
Fuck 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 shit isn’t fun (Fuck this rap shit)
Crib came with a Buddha, I pray every morning
Woke up in [?] put a hole in your hoodie
[Chorus]
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 in with a nine
Fuck it, everybody in here gotta die
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