Yo Yo

[Chorus: Wiley]

She's ready when I step in, I'm like, "Oh no"

Clothes lying, t-shirt lined on her home phone

When she drop and give me fifty, I'm like YOLO

She's going up and down on me like a yo-yo

[Verse 1: Wiley]

You come across shy in bed, you're sick

You give me the pussy, I give you the dick

You got me puttin' in work [?]

Oh yeah, bounce and grind on this bed, it's lit

She said she wanna take full control

Make me sweat, i start to feel cold

Draw for the towel and i wipe my forehead, wipe my chеst

Throw the towel to the sidе, then i start sucking on breast

[Chorus: Wiley]

She's ready when I step in, I'm like, "Oh no"

Clothes lying, t-shirt lined on her home phone

When she drop and give me fifty, I'm like YOLO

She's going up and down on me like a yo-yo

[Verse 2: Wiley]

She said she want me to hit it from the back

Doggy my girl with style, it's a fact

Grabbing her arse with the firmest grip

Man start acting like a pornstar, don't know where i learned this shit

She said she wanna fuck so come to the yard

Hurry up, you know she don't like to get parred

Step to the yard like, "Babe, let me link"

She said, "No way, Jose, follow my plan"

She got my going all over the house she wanna get freaky

Told her, gotta be careful, you nearly knocked down the TV

Now she wanna draw for the tables and she wanna draw for the chairs

Then she grabbed my hand, leading me up the stairs

[Chorus: Wiley]

She's ready when I step in, I'm like, "Oh no"

Clothes lying, t-shirt lined on her home phone

When she drop and give me fifty, I'm like YOLO

She's going up and down on me like a yo-yo

[Verse 3]

Kiss her lips and sip from the bottle

She's loves i'm a rockstar, rapper, and a model

I'm hers all night then i'm gone tomorrow

Give her the ting that she can't live without, spread her open and dig it out

Uh, then it's back to the grind cuh onna dat when i got time i'ma holla back

Me i'm bout mine, 'bout dollar cash but still you got hella ass

So i'ma ring your line when i'm hella frash, come 'round with wine from my cellar stash

Give you that ting like [?], you leave the room all hella trashed, yeah, that's me

[Chorus: Wiley]

She's ready when I step in, I'm like, "Oh no"

Clothes lying, t-shirt lined on her home phone

When she drop and give me fifty, I'm like YOLO

She's going up and down on me like a yo-yo

[Verse 4]

Two Fs and a bloodclot S

Couldn't give a F 'bout no bloodclot sket

Correct, it's legs that I fucking spread

Get chicks wet in the bedsheet, enter left

Get dressed, put on my kick 2 set

Villains who could get back to the ends

Swift exit, never text her again like, "Holla"

Next week, see me flex with her friends

No stress now 'cause I'm besting with them

Sharing is caring (Sharing is caring)

[?] come and check me again

Can't let that shit mess with my head

[Chorus: Wiley]

She's ready when I step in, I'm like, "Oh no"

Clothes lying, t-shirt lined on her home phone

When she drop and give me fifty, I'm like YOLO

She's going up and down on me like a yo-yo