BYOB - Yung Joc

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!

Yeahhhhhhhh

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

I.F.

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

— to fade