B.Y.O.B. Lyrics – Lucy Bedroque

Read the full B.Y.O.B. lyrics by Lucy Bedroque from the album c along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Lucy Bedroque's music, you can also explore MISS BEHAVIOR and STONE IN FOCUS, two other songs by Lucy Bedroque.

[Intro]
(Hehe)

[Verse 1]
That's a bridge I won't dare to cross, uh
And I'll burn that ho, too
Every past tense was only there for the fire
Don't like being known, it's cool

[Pre-Chorus]
Uh, I'm riding, I'm smoking my brain, no windows up
I'm walk— I'm walking inside, lil' baby, don't hit me up
Uh, the pack in this blunt with my whole crew
And I got records in the back, it's a full trunk

[Chorus]
Ooh, I don't even feel no more
Ooh, I don't even feel no more
Ooh, don't like how I live, so gone
Ooh, yeah, the crowd gon' follow me, I ain't letting go

[Post-Chorus]
Left foot up, right where I want it
Why she leg locking with no clothes? ain't give me warning
How I hear your ragе and it got a young boy yawn—
Ho-how I hear your rage and it got a young boy yawning?

[Bridge]
Eseht yhw—
Ha, ha, ho, ho —op еht, haey
Haey ho, haey, haey, og s'tel
Hu, tniap eht ni eiryK og annif m'I
Em s'taht ,draug tniop eht
Og, ttals ruoy kcuf, drah oot og I
Em tset 'naw tsuj syob eseht yhw, ho, ho, og?

[Verse 2]
Let me put a ring on
And she like Frank Ocean, so I put my ring on
I ring my clothes up, they play my theme song
And she want all the bros, I put my team on
Put my team— let's go, yeah, yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, the point guard, that's me
I'm finna go Kyrie in the paint, uh
Go, oh, oh, why these boys just wan' test me?
I go too hard, fu*k your slatt, go
Bae, if you bring me your heart, I'ma break it
So put your hands up, I'm still gon' hurt ya
If you— if you give me your heart, I'm not gon' take it
Keep your hands up, I'm still gon' hurt ya

[Bridge]
I had plenty hoes in a line, a store
And all these hoes got dudes
It's way too many bridges I'ma cross off
And I'll bring them hoes down too

[Pre-Chorus]
I'm riding, I'm smoking my brain, no windows up
I'm walk— I'm walking inside, lil' baby, don't hit me u-u-u-u—
Uh, the pack in this blunt with my whole crew
And I got records in the back, it's a full trunk

[Chorus]
Ooh, I don't even feel no more
Ooh, I don't even feel no more
Ooh, don't like how I live, so gone
Ooh, yeah, the crowd gon' follow me, I ain't letting—

[Post-Chorus]
Lef-left foot up, right where I want it
Why she leg locking with no clothes? ain't give me warning
How I hear your rage and it got a young boy yawn—
Ho-ho-how I hear your rage and it got a young boy yawning? Oh