BYP, BYP, BYP
Ooo, Ooo, Ooo
BYP, act like you don’t know
Rolling weed, always blowing smoke
Fresh as fuck, make clothes you’ve never seen
That street bands
Denim down, I come from DC
Benning Road, and you know we cuff our jeans
Say Kill Moe, I be reppin Conquor Ave
On a Monday diet startin going bad