Yoko (feat. Wiz Khalifa & Big K.R.I.T.)

Shades on, Polo white T

Me leaving here alone? That’s unlikely

Not a stoner bitch, but she like me

Tryna get that final cut like Spike Lee

I jack them hoes, direct them hoes

Take ‘em home and let them hoes go live out their fantasies

They’re popping pills, I’m rolling weed

Even got a couple bad bitches overseas

Out the back, as ain’t no tags when I’m shopping

And my bag filled with options so don’t ask what it cost

I’m in a Maserati coupe going so fast that I lost ‘em

And my bitch got so much swag that these bad bitches on us

Ahh, killing y’all, blow, dag, get a a coffin, uh

Call her Yoko Ono, Ono, Ono

Only ride solo, solo, solo

Mission for the dough-dough, dough-dough, dough-dough

One look in her eyes, she’ll eat you alive

She’s a man eater, ski mask diva

She might up and leave you, but you can never leave her

You ain’t never had someone, you can never keep her

Tricking on the next man, he can’t have her either

I Call her Yoko Ono

Bust a couple bands, blow a hundred fast

I just made a hundred off of a fifty pack

Where them bad Asian bitches holdin' down my city at?

Where them girls from the A with that pretty face?

Round thing, yeah I’m on that loud thang

Pop another bottle, shooting corks at the crowd, dang

Yeah, I’m a stunna but, nah, I ain’t Baby though

Young dude with-with-with the lazy flow

Watch all these ladies go

Crazy when I pull up right beside 'em

I do a buck thirty, yeah,  I’m just into flying

I smell like dirty money, plus this cookie that I’m lighting

Big bucket’s full of ice and bottles on fire inside 'em, uh

I call her Yoko Ono, Ono, Ono

Only ride solo, solo, solo

Mission for the dough-dough, dough-dough, dough-dough

One look in her eyes, she’ll eat you alive

She’s a man eater, ski mask diva

She might up and leave you, but you can never leave her

You ain’t never had someone, you can never keep her

Tricking on the next man, he can’t have her either

I Call her Yoko Ono

Yea, she like that, 'cause she up and write back

When you send her messages talkin’ bout a nightcap

She tell you she like rap, you tell her you might rap

She pretend your shit jammin’, really you quite wack

She just want a nice bag, wrist game, ice pack

Prada clutch, price tag, what you spend? Twice that

Put her in the game 'cause you hoping she’ll hype that

So you can go along, O-D, catch a spike that

You can never wife that, never ever pipe that

Good enough to make her settle down, she ain't like that

Punch a **** in the mouth, dare a **** fight back

Roll a **** weed up and ask him where the light at

I call her Yoko Ono, Ono, Ono

Only ride solo, solo, solo

Mission for the dough-dough, dough-dough, dough-dough

One look in her eyes, she’ll eat you alive

She’s a man eater, ski mask diva

She might up and leave you, but you can never leave her

You ain’t never had someone, you can never keep her

Tricking on the next man, he can’t have her either

I Call her Yoko Ono