JOHN CENA SHORTS
Retro foes on Lil' Oli F toes when you see 'em jumpin' out the M3
Wrist so froze wit' the saphire stones like the bottom of the deep blue sea
If he want the smoke then it's RIP
You could get smoke tryna lil' bro me
Legendary Saiyan like my name Bro Lee
Tooth brush to the Timbs gotta keep my shit clean
Leather so soft wit' the chromed out feet
Firm price for the beats I am not Chum Lee
All ya lil' threats gettin' takin' lightly
I'm the man of the year
You the pussy of the week
Ima a dog Ima beast
And I feast on beats
Super Bowl rings like the Kansas City Cheifs
Pond Scum boys yeah we climbin' out the creek
Big muddy boys I ain' talkin' bout lean
Lil Oli Vert pullin up in the Cutlass
Rown up purp no time for the fuck shit
Eatin' rappers up and the shit taste scrumptious
Oli Knoxville rambunctious, Oh shit
Way that we ballin' the crib got a court
Tatted like Travis I need me a court
Send you a diss you won't get a retort, bitch
My money longer than John Cena Shorts, bitch
Runnin' this shit you lil' boys is not keepin' up
Homie yo pockets ain' deep enough
Don't say my name less you showin' respect
Soundcloud legend my foot on they neck
Ain' no escapin' the wrath of my pen
I jump out the beamer I switch for that Benz
I ain' yo lil' homie don't call me yo twin
I ain' yo lil' homie don't call me yo twin, nah