"Cyber Truck" lyrics
(feat. Trap Dickey)
I'm on the paper route and this bitch can't sit for one free (Yeah)
Sosa 808 got this bitch knockin', nigga, ayy
Juiceman in this motherfucker
Cybertruck just passed by, got everybody lookin'
Two stoves, eight pots, got everybody cookin'
Hundred P, thousand mid, got everybody juggin'
Trap house loaded, every strap got a bullet
Cybertruck just passed by, got everybody lookin'
Two stoves, eight pots, everybody cookin'
Hundred P, thousand mid, got everybody juggin'
Trap house loaded, every strap got a bullet
Cybertruck just passed by, I just dropped a hundred, ayy
Twenty thousand dollars for the rims and tires, homie, yeah
Headed up to Blaze, means I'm rollin' down Moreland's, ayy
Hundred thousand dollar miles and, no, these not porcelain
Cybertruck super fast, you know this bitch go horsey, yeah
Mud tire, arm rims, also made by Forgi', ayy
My car can park itself, ayy, "Your car can drive itself? Damn"
Sittin' in the back, cookin' ounces like a chef
Comin' down your block, knockin' pictures off the shelf
Your girl seen the truck, bitch can't even control herself
I'm a Zone 6 nigga, baby, that right there was nothin'
Cybertruck just passed by, got everybody lookin'
Cybertruck just passed by, got everybody lookin'
Two stoves, eight pots, got everybody cookin'
Hundred P, thousand mid, got everybody juggin'
Trap house loaded, every strap got a bullet
Cybertruck just passed by, got everybody lookin'
Two stoves, eight pots, everybody cookin'
Hundred P, thousand mid, got everybody juggin'
Trap house loaded, every strap got a bullet
Pull up in Cybertrucks, I'm talkin' fresh with the lights on
My nigga open and closin' the trunk, so me and baby can't roll the dice on it
I'm rollin' up gas while he gotta charge up the battery, he keep the pipe on him
I'm gettin' money, I'm right on it, I told the bitch she can stay for the night only
Disrespect me, that's the wrong manners, problem bae, you is the wrong answer
Pull up in Cybertrucks, all in the hood, I got cameras that's all on the door handles
Cybertrucks is the same color as concrete
Hot as fuck, these niggas know they can't find me
I'm on the top floor breakin' down elbows
Fuck with my cousin, he jug off a nine piece
Straight from the trenches, came up off of ten rob
Good dope, cook it up, I'm talkin' ten raws
Still with the same niggas came out the sandbox
Came at a angle like I'm talkin' Shamrock
Came from the hood, stash the money in my damn sock
North Carolina, I'm still in the field
Went from eatin' grits to eatin' some lamb chops
In the Cybertruck, shit gettin' real
Cybertruck just passed by, got everybody lookin'
Two stoves, eight pots, got everybody cookin'
Hundred P, thousand mid, got everybody juggin'
Trap house loaded, every strap got a bullet
Cybertruck just passed by, got everybody lookin'
Two stoves, eight pots, everybody cookin'
Hundred P, thousand mid, got everybody juggin'
Trap house loaded, every strap got a bullet
Sosa 808 got this bitch knockin', nigga, ayy
Juiceman in this motherfucker
Cybertruck just passed by, got everybody lookin'
Two stoves, eight pots, got everybody cookin'
Hundred P, thousand mid, got everybody juggin'
Trap house loaded, every strap got a bullet
Cybertruck just passed by, got everybody lookin'
Two stoves, eight pots, everybody cookin'
Hundred P, thousand mid, got everybody juggin'
Trap house loaded, every strap got a bullet
Cybertruck just passed by, I just dropped a hundred, ayy
Twenty thousand dollars for the rims and tires, homie, yeah
Headed up to Blaze, means I'm rollin' down Moreland's, ayy
Hundred thousand dollar miles and, no, these not porcelain
Cybertruck super fast, you know this bitch go horsey, yeah
Mud tire, arm rims, also made by Forgi', ayy
My car can park itself, ayy, "Your car can drive itself? Damn"
Sittin' in the back, cookin' ounces like a chef
Comin' down your block, knockin' pictures off the shelf
Your girl seen the truck, bitch can't even control herself
I'm a Zone 6 nigga, baby, that right there was nothin'
Cybertruck just passed by, got everybody lookin'
Cybertruck just passed by, got everybody lookin'
Two stoves, eight pots, got everybody cookin'
Hundred P, thousand mid, got everybody juggin'
Trap house loaded, every strap got a bullet
Cybertruck just passed by, got everybody lookin'
Two stoves, eight pots, everybody cookin'
Hundred P, thousand mid, got everybody juggin'
Trap house loaded, every strap got a bullet
Pull up in Cybertrucks, I'm talkin' fresh with the lights on
My nigga open and closin' the trunk, so me and baby can't roll the dice on it
I'm rollin' up gas while he gotta charge up the battery, he keep the pipe on him
I'm gettin' money, I'm right on it, I told the bitch she can stay for the night only
Disrespect me, that's the wrong manners, problem bae, you is the wrong answer
Pull up in Cybertrucks, all in the hood, I got cameras that's all on the door handles
Cybertrucks is the same color as concrete
Hot as fuck, these niggas know they can't find me
I'm on the top floor breakin' down elbows
Fuck with my cousin, he jug off a nine piece
Straight from the trenches, came up off of ten rob
Good dope, cook it up, I'm talkin' ten raws
Still with the same niggas came out the sandbox
Came at a angle like I'm talkin' Shamrock
Came from the hood, stash the money in my damn sock
North Carolina, I'm still in the field
Went from eatin' grits to eatin' some lamb chops
In the Cybertruck, shit gettin' real
Cybertruck just passed by, got everybody lookin'
Two stoves, eight pots, got everybody cookin'
Hundred P, thousand mid, got everybody juggin'
Trap house loaded, every strap got a bullet
Cybertruck just passed by, got everybody lookin'
Two stoves, eight pots, everybody cookin'
Hundred P, thousand mid, got everybody juggin'
Trap house loaded, every strap got a bullet
