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

Bring your own bop bring your bottle

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 50
BYOB real player on arrival
Bring your own bop bring your bottle

BYOB

I know I've been some places
Some treal ass 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 bYOB
D wade I got Heat
With a bottle of that good good
BYOB pretty lady I'm hood hood