Yoko

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 what 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