CYBER TRUCK Lyrics by Meek Mill
Rest in peace to all my lil’ niggas in the trenches
All my OG’s too
Ooh
I say dead zone, back in SP, nigga in the red zone
He don’t even know what happened, he heard the fft, and caught a headstone
Catch me out in Philly, I’m somewhere bippin’ with a redbone
I be buying her chrome and that shit crazy she don’t even wear chrome
Outside to the max, I’m going front line in the Bach
‘Cause it’s the Virgil one
And you ain’t gotta hide you doing
Because we’ll serve you some
If you want some stripes, you lace your Yeezys up and earn you some
Mobbin’ all my life, no, I ain’t seen it, it’s a murder one
Play and it’s gonna turn to some
I dropped outta school and got my tool ’cause I wasn’t learnin’ nothin’
I’ma go with my move, try to take my food, nigga, we burnin’ some’
And they actin’ like they won’t switch on me, or turn to some
Trust no one
I pray with my Glock before I sin
Bike gonna scrape the block every time I bend
Yeah, I cannot miss with this new FN
Yeah, I’m so rich my opps acting like friends
Fuck them niggas
They was doing cyber attacks, so I bought a cyber truck
Smokin’ on the loudest pack, this shit sound like the volume up
Multiply them millions, ain’t no conquering and dividing us
Nigga get out your feelings and let’s hustle, ain’t no “I” in “us”
“I” in team, I seen niggas die ’cause they was tryin’ things
He wasn’t on this side, we’ll take his Glock, leave him on the crime scene
You can look in my eyes and see the pain like I need Visine
You can look at my watch and see the clarity, that shit on high beams (Shit)
Nigga be talkin’ like they like that, they ain’t really like that (They not)
Say I can’t come to the hood, you know I’m swingin’ right back
Glock ten hittin’ like Gervonta when he swing his right back
Ridin’ tank and they can’t stop me, they don’t really like that
Skinny nigga but I’m heavy as it get
Elevator in my houses, really levels to this shit
Every time he shoot his shot say he don’t never really miss
And he like Curry with the pot, this time I’m cheffin’ up ya bitch
Thousand percent with this shit, you know I’m backing up my man
I showed niggas how to ball, put the racks up on the Gram
How to park yo’ foreign by the jet, walk off laughing when we land
‘Cause we’ll sacrifice ya dog like a sacrificial lamb
I don’t know how to make no TikTok, but look at my wristwatch
I’m from Philly, niggas will kill yo’ ass about some hip-hop
On a yacht, a bunch of Spanish hoes, tryna make them lip-lock
Hermes Rolls Royce match ya Hermes flip-flops, this guy
On a run they never seen before
How he stay that hot? That nigga rap like he ain’t eat before
She had took a shot, so we had kicked it like some Diadora’s
I’ll take it what I see it for, these rap niggas like CB4
Foreal
Yeah
Grimey, thirsty, starving and hungry