​yoga bbno$ (Ft. Rebecca Black)

[Intro: bbno$]
And I just woke up
4 AM and this girl's already texting me
What the fuck, bruh?
Here we go

[Chorus: ​bbno$]
Do a little yoga, do a little dance
Baby, come over, leave yo' mans
Straight to the sofa, bad romance
Baby can't wife her, ain't no chance (Uh-huh)
(Ain't no chance) Yeah, there ain't no chance (Uh-huh)
Got about a hundred bands in fresh pants (Uh-huh)
Always eat leftovers, not too fance (Uh-huh)
Labels tryna buy me, psh, no chance

[Verse 1: ​bbno$]
Uh, why the hell I buy her shit? I don't know, uh
Let her spend the money, get my expense up
She wanna be a Barbie girl, I'm a Ken, duh
Fly to the future, we can go on a bender
Up all night, getting lucky, yeah, you betcha
Etch up two Hondas and a Tesla, extra
Up on a Friday, that's the agenda
Bitch, we getting down like Rebecca
Fuck Spirit, I ride G FO
Dumb lyrics, I'm dumb rich, though
You a critic? I'm Fantano
Shit a couple hits out, bitch, no Pepto