John Cena

Told her pipe down
I ain't tryna hear that shit
Said she couldn't come out, had to babysit
First Jersey Hines Ward #86
Got the 4-5 on me like I'm Rosie Nix
Can't teach a old dog no new tricks
Still in the same spot that they found me
Never switchin up on niggas that's around me
Always been real, that shit come back 10 fold
Thought I had Covid it was just a cold
On the stand I'd lie on the stand you told
We don't even talk, we ain't cool like that
And I ain't being petty no tit for tat
Ima go first Jus next at bat
Imma hand it off like the Wildcat
Smoking on good weed this that pack
Looking at the blunt like that shit fat

Two buttons on the wheel whip drive it's self
Cold world, nobody cared how I felt
You can have what you want
Yea it's all yours
Spread them wings like them fuckin butterfly doors
Cap lifestyles, that you can't afford
Keep my hoes on the high ain't no big secrets
Late night one call now we big freakin
Wipe the sweat from my brow Like I been preachin
When I say the word, lil baby gone listen
Yea this shit real hot like we in the kitchen
On the mound throwing gas like C.C
I'll show you what to do you cant be me
Yeah this shit slap play it on yo tv
Sell it out the trunk go and cop my new CD
HeemTeam young goats yea we up next
Shit real verified like them blue checks
Get em out the game like the ref called two techs
Just wait till you see what we do next
On the weekend yeah she gave the whole crew neck

We drinking on smart waters no Fiji
Lightskin bad bitch like RiRi
Call her John Cena cause she can't see me
I leave that lil bitch whinin like BeBe



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Writer(s): Justin Robinson
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