Yung Joc - BYOB lyrics

Joc Joc don't stop, oh my God you're so hot
Catch me on yo' block with
4 Glocks and 4 shots
Bet you niggas know not, try me like a ho not
Niggas run in, kick the do', fuck a do' knock
Gotta make the quarter
I mix it with the soda
I chop the dope and sell
It with the Razor Motorola
Hold up 'fore I have to load up
Hollow tips they explode up
Leave you pussy niggas wet as
Chocha stankin with the odor

Bring your own beer to the party - aight'!
Bring your own beer to the party - aight'!
Bring your own beer to
The party motherfuckers
Cause, I heard you came to have
A good time - aight'!
Alright, alright, alright
Alright - ah let's go'!
Alright, alright, alright
Alright - ah let's go'!
Alright, alright, alright
Alright - ah let's go'!
Alright, alright, alright
Alright - let's go motherfucker!

Yeahhhhh
Yung Joc so jiggy, Lear Jet to yo' city
Monday night, Magic City
Thunderstorm when I'm tippin
Ice game, super nifty, super kush
Two for fifty fat boy yellin out
Pop bottles 'til I'm tipsy
I like my chick booty big-o
Lay my head on them big ole's
Put her on her tiptoes
I get up in the middle
I don't wine them, dine them
Or rest have 'em
I'm the #1 playboy, I press play and

Party like a rockstar, better yet, block bar
Lighter to the ceiling, grab a beer
Pop the top boi
IF so clear, freezer burn both ears
Elders say "Oh dear" when they hear I'm near
Rubber burn first gear
Platinum on my first year wood on my sheer
Put my wood all in her grill
Roof on fire, sound the alarm
We don't need water
(let the motherfucker burn)

Ha ha, 5 4 3 2, R-2-D-2
Let me see your robot
A little dance that we do
Pyrite, no left, I'm hype, with no help
On cloud 9 - heart racin like Corvette
I need a material girl in a material world
Give me slim on the backseat
Of my Imperial girl
Go and show me what you work with
Girl that's a perfect fit
Hold up, stop, it hurts when you twist it