Cyber Truck
Tell me something I don't know
Sliding cyber truck high as fuck, tell me something I don't know
Now you gonna get you baby mama fucked, tryna DM my ho
Tell me something I don't know
I'm in Pompano, everybody know that, posted by the store
Oh the hell, this baby getting they stroller back
I ain't on that shit, I'm on that shit, bitch, it ain't nothing
Fuck nigga push my button, I'ma shoot this bitch
Ain't nobody getting no money
When nobody get no cheese unless
It come through me, that's how I'm coming
I better see eighteen nigga D-I-E for fucking with 1800
Love my nigga too much to diss them unless
Somebody gotta tell me something
Don't tell me you let a bitch shoot up then ugly
And ain't nobody do nothing
I don't duck no fades, I only paper chase, I ain't finna do no runnin'
Wanna grind up here, be ready to die up here
And you love it how I love it
Got a toilet in the trunk of the cyber truck
Get too close, I'm dumpin'
Cyber truck, toilet in the trunk shittin' on nigga in public
Why you got a stool in the trunk? 'Cause I flush a fellow
Ridin' with the tool, the door go up just like my other Tesla
Yeah, I'm sliding' with Albee Al
And I'll be damn if he ain't a steppa
Tell me something I don't know, why I hope you no tattle teller
I hope I ain't Illuminati, I hope I ain't probably
Sold my soul to the Devil
I think I'm Maison with all this Margiela, and I say a lot of ruckus
Tell me something I don't know, tell me something I ain't heard before
Let me hear the truth, that coochie through, and even your mama know
And even your mama a ho
Tell 'em how you lying, tell 'em
How you faking, tell 'em how you lying
Tell 'em how you got stripped naked and robbed with your own iron
Tell 'em you never been no steppa, you want no parts to this life
How your partner keep on dying, and you 'bout lost all of your guys
And you don't never slide, nigga said they outside but in the house
Tell me something gon' blow my mind, break my heart and make me cry
I rather you hurt me with the truth
Than for you to comfort me with lies
Please tell me I'm not your only guy
Pulled over to the side, she start transforming on the I
Cyber truck look like a tarantula crawling up
Seen the cracker tryna rerun ten, gotta blast through the dash
One stupid-ass cracker thought he got him one
I just so glad that Elon Musk gon' wanna partner up
Don't tell me nothing unless I ask, lil' bitch, you talk too much
Ho, you sassy like your daddy, but then you stupid like him, but
You might watch where you be ashing in the Cyber Truck
Stay fly fresh and foolish, that's a Fendi fad, all these Fs
On my bag like a report card or something
Common sense ain't so common, even yo' mama know
I like all my presidents dead if it ain't Donald Trump
Common sense ain't so common, I hope you got it, bae
I'm in Mykonos, got six lil' hoes been smashing me
Tell me something I know, tell me someone's gon' acknowledge me
Tell me something I know, tell me, tell me I own everything
Sliding cyber truck high as fuck, tell me something I don't know
Now you gonna get you baby mama fucked, tryna DM my ho
Tell me something I don't know
I'm in Pompano, everybody know that, posted by the store
Oh the hell, this baby getting they stroller back
I ain't on that shit, I'm on that shit, bitch, it ain't nothing
Fuck nigga push my button, I'ma shoot this bitch
Ain't nobody getting no money
When nobody get no cheese unless
It come through me, that's how I'm coming
I better see eighteen nigga D-I-E for fucking with 1800
Love my nigga too much to diss them unless
Somebody gotta tell me something
Don't tell me you let a bitch shoot up then ugly
And ain't nobody do nothing
I don't duck no fades, I only paper chase, I ain't finna do no runnin'
Wanna grind up here, be ready to die up here
And you love it how I love it
Got a toilet in the trunk of the cyber truck
Get too close, I'm dumpin'
Cyber truck, toilet in the trunk shittin' on nigga in public
Why you got a stool in the trunk? 'Cause I flush a fellow
Ridin' with the tool, the door go up just like my other Tesla
Yeah, I'm sliding' with Albee Al
And I'll be damn if he ain't a steppa
Tell me something I don't know, why I hope you no tattle teller
I hope I ain't Illuminati, I hope I ain't probably
Sold my soul to the Devil
I think I'm Maison with all this Margiela, and I say a lot of ruckus
Tell me something I don't know, tell me something I ain't heard before
Let me hear the truth, that coochie through, and even your mama know
And even your mama a ho
Tell 'em how you lying, tell 'em
How you faking, tell 'em how you lying
Tell 'em how you got stripped naked and robbed with your own iron
Tell 'em you never been no steppa, you want no parts to this life
How your partner keep on dying, and you 'bout lost all of your guys
And you don't never slide, nigga said they outside but in the house
Tell me something gon' blow my mind, break my heart and make me cry
I rather you hurt me with the truth
Than for you to comfort me with lies
Please tell me I'm not your only guy
Pulled over to the side, she start transforming on the I
Cyber truck look like a tarantula crawling up
Seen the cracker tryna rerun ten, gotta blast through the dash
One stupid-ass cracker thought he got him one
I just so glad that Elon Musk gon' wanna partner up
Don't tell me nothing unless I ask, lil' bitch, you talk too much
Ho, you sassy like your daddy, but then you stupid like him, but
You might watch where you be ashing in the Cyber Truck
Stay fly fresh and foolish, that's a Fendi fad, all these Fs
On my bag like a report card or something
Common sense ain't so common, even yo' mama know
I like all my presidents dead if it ain't Donald Trump
Common sense ain't so common, I hope you got it, bae
I'm in Mykonos, got six lil' hoes been smashing me
Tell me something I know, tell me someone's gon' acknowledge me
Tell me something I know, tell me, tell me I own everything
Credits
Writer(s): Bill K. Kapri, Melvin Raiford, Camron Amedee
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