Yoko Lyrics - Berner

Yoko, Yoko, Yoko, Yoko, Yoko, Yoko 

Yoko, Yoko, Yoko, Yoko, Yoko, Yoko 

Yoko, Yoko, Yoko... 

Bust a couple bands 

Blow a 100 fast 

I just made a hundred off of 50 pay 

Where them bad Asian bitches holding down my city at? 

Where them girls from the A with that pretty face? 

Round thing, yeah I'm on that loud thing 

Pop another bottle, shooting corks at the crowd: dang! 

Yeah, I'm a stunner, nah, I ain't baby though 

Young dude with the lazy flow 

Watch all these ladies go 

Crazy when I pull up right beside them 

I do a buck 30, I'm just into flying 

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

Bucket's full of ice and bottles on fire inside them 

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I call her Yoko Ono 

Only ride solo 

Mission for the dolo 

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

She's a man eater, ski mask diva 

She might up 'n 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 

Look, got a boatload of them Asian hoes 

On vacation steady baking with Jamaican hoes 

I got cash boy, I don't care what you making ho 

50 thousand on my wrist: I'm feeding eskimos 

Damn! Put VA on this shit 

Buy 100 fucking bottles, let them spray in this bitch 

My money flow real long, I do relays in this bitch 

And you know I kill songs, it's Burner, CB & Wiz 

Alrighty now, ha, look at me, rose, I'm on nigga 

15 grand on a what, That's just my phone, nigga 

Northern California, where blunts look like cones, nigga 

Two up, two down, make that switch, yeah 

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I call her Yoko Ono 

Only ride solo 

Mission for the dolo 

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

She's a man eater, ski mask diva 

She might 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 

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 them 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 bad filled with options so don't ask what it cost 

I'm in a Maserati coupe going so fast that I lost them 

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

Ah! Killing y'all, pow! (dag) get a a coffin 

I call her Yoko Ono 

Only ride solo 

Mission for the dolo 

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

She's a man eater, ski mask diva 

She might 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 

She should like that, cause she's up and write back 

When you send her messages talking about a nightcap 

She tell you she like rap 

You tell her you might rap 

She pretend you're shit jamming', really you quite whack 

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, OD, catch a spike that 

You can never wife that 

Never ever pipe that 

Good enough to make her settle down 

She aint like that 

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

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

I call her Yoko Ono 

Only ride solo 

Mission for the dolo 

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

She's a man eater, ski mask diva 

She might 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