Tay-K, Young Dick Mobbin - JOHN CENA lyrics

Let's get it

Bling, bling, bling, pinky ring fiend
Newport Boyz no fucks with me
Scott peeled off in a coff, RIP
Fuck the opps singing in
The station like Glee
Heartbeat racing, you're pussy low-key
Put this TEC to your neck
Where the fuck is the green?
Ski mask off, so you know it was me
Shopping at Ross, that shit rock
It not clean
Why can't i cough? It's the Promethazine
Knockin' at yo door, better vote for me
Man hold up put some Aunt Jemima in my soda
Block getting hot, need two Motorolas
Young bitch on Snap
She's a bitch like I told ya
Green stay on a lil' nigga like Yoda
All these rats trash
Got this room kinda colda

My whip got the tint
So they can't see me when I sip (I sip)
You be talking shit
While yo' bitch is at my crib
Do not associate with me (nah)
You thots wanna procreate with me (nah)
I avoid 'em evasively
Outshine any fool who facin' me

Creepin' round the cut
Never creepin' round the clip
All my goons grimy
All my goons be off them shit's
If you lookin' for me, bitch
I'm probably trappin' out the crib
Try to set me up
But you know I came equipped
With that burner, with that
Laser, tell them opps, "See you later"
I got Tay-K with me, talkin' shit
You catch that Fader
I ain't talkin' magazines
I got a hundred round drum
We be chasin' paper
Hittin' capers just for fun

My whip got the tints
So they can't see me when I sip (I sip)
You be talking shit
While yo' bitch is at my crib
Do not associate with me (nah)
Thots wanna procreate with me (nah)
I avoid 'em evasively
Outshine any fool who facin' me