Yoko Lyrics

I can die tomorrow, baby, I ain't making plans withchya

Text "4:44, take a chance", ay

Coach put me in the game, got the tearaway pants on

Looking at the brown bills, "Hey handsome!"

Had a fit, threw it on, had a tantrum

When you always get it like that, niggas mad, ay

They won't think bout starting sumn 'cause they can't, dog

And my brother keep a lil sumn, this ain't that

Dog

I said I hate you, say it back, love

Can't get too attached, love

That's just where I'm at, love

I need more 20s in my 20s, think it's adding up

I met Queen Elizzy, I think we a perfect match

A nigga got out it out the pocket

McNabb in this shit

Got bitches fighting for me

McMahon in this shit

We the Beatles, hit the road with my mans

Yoko Ono, we split up the bands

I feel like Bijan how I let that bitch go

I don't miss her, not even a little

When it comes to my name, you better tiptoe

How you got no bread?

Niggas doing keto?

I pull the strings, I don't play second fiddle

Somersbys got punch like Klitschko

Now I'm lightheaded

Do I look like Sisqó, babe?

I'm big dog

Can't fit me in a kennel

I'm big, dawg

Don't treat me like a kiddo

Yeah, I feel like Bij how I let that bitch go

Fuck with me, I'll tell you watch you want

Fucking me 'cause I'm doing what he don't do

French kissing on a nigga, merci beaucoup

I ain't Teezo, I'm still gon' touchdown

Baby, yeah

Used to tease tease, you wanna touch now

Baby, yeah

I'm the bee's knees

In grade 11, I was busy selling cheat sheets

No time to go the dance

A nigga got out it out the pocket

McNabb in this shit

Got bitches fighting for me

McMahon in this shit

We the Beatles, hit the road with my mans

Yoko Ono, we split up the

A nigga got out it out the pocket

McNabb in this shit

Got bitches fighting for me

McMahon in this shit

We the Beatles, hit the road with my mans

Yoko Ono, we split up the bands

Bijan 'bout it, 'bout it boy