John Cena Lyrics

This mutha fucka going skits

See the opps and drop shells no pistachios

Uh huh nigga ayy yea nigga

Aye That nigga B on the beat

Uh huh

Ayy, I'm John Cena to these niggas they can't see me

I'm blind to the bullshit, call me Stevie

Know a couple bitches baby daddy's yea they wanna be me

Guts in the whip, orange, might as well call it Reese's

Ayy I'm John Cena to these niggas, they can't see me

I'm blind to the bullshit, call me Stevie

Know a couple bitches baby daddy's yea they wanna be me

Guts in the whip, orange, might as well call it Reese's

We see the opps and drop shells no pistachios

Like a clerk at a toy store, I'm about to tag a toe

They said his name in black and white, bitch, he had to go

Putting Glock to a nigga lips like we're the mistletoe

Bitch, I been known for burning bridges so I grabbed a rope

In the kitchen beating pots and pans, but we ain't using soap

How she a honors student but she dumb baby use your throat

They mistaking me for a demon, I'm the biggest goat

Ayy, face card valid, when they see me, I got motion

No shit, baby, you ain't know your nigga bogus

And they see me sliding in that foreign because there's no tint

He sent the bitch to buy some weed and got the hoe sent

He fucking on that 304 and ain't made no cents

He fucked the bitch and dropped her off and paid the hoe rent

Chain smoking back to back, it make no sense

I'm only smoking on that cookie if the hoe dense

Ayy, I'm John Cena to these niggas, they can't see me

I'm blind to the bullshit, call me Stevie

Know a couple bitches baby daddy's yea they wanna be me

Guts in the whip, orange, might as well call it Reese's

Ayy I'm John Cena to these niggas, they can't see me

I'm blind to the bullshit, call me Stevie

Know a couple bitches baby daddy's yea they wanna be me

Guts in the whip orange might as well call it Reese's