[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 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

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