Bobby Brackins - B.Y.O.B. lyrics

[Intro: Bobby Brackins and Wallpaper.] Bring your own bop Bring your bottle (x4) [Verse 1: Bobby Brackins] It's BYOB and my girl real appealing Kleptomaniac, your girl is what I'm stealing If you ain't knowing you should get with it My pimpin' ain't knowing you should get with it My pimpin' ain't healthy it's so sick with it Stay on it, hell yeah I'm committed It's a New Era I come through fitted Trying to turn up then bring your own bottle I brought my own bop Yeah I brought my own model Got a R&B singer with a real nice vibrato Oh boy do I hit it Boy I hit it like the lotto Project-X I ain't trippin' off the 5.0 B.Y.O.B. real player on arrival [Hook: Bobby Brackins and Wallpaper.] Bring your own bop Bring your bottle (x4) B.Y.O.B (x8) [Verse 2: Bobby Brackins] I know I've been some places Some treal a** places You never thought I'd go East Oakland is all I know It's all I know (it's all I know) I'm from the Land of crazies Doper than the eighties Ain't nothing gonna phase me Your bop gone pay me Only been to Hawaii one time And she still gonna lay me Yeah I'm too treal Too treal in these streets B.Y.O.B D. Wade I got Heat With a bottle of that good good B.Y.O.B. pretty lady I'm hood hood