CyberTruck ft. Lando Lo Lyrics

Yeah, nigga, for the gang, nigga, I'm crashin' all over, come on

Niggas crashin' all over pussy, ain't runnin' yet

Niggas crashin' all, for the gang, nigga

Niggas crashin' all over pussy, everybody hit

Still ridin' with my Glock, I tear out some shit

Niggas had a whole hunnid, every single bullet, moose

Came out with that fin, I ain't wanna use a switch

I'm tryna run my money up, I ain't worry about what y'all want

Free,9k and free my nigga Tarantino

Juggin' everybody, I done found a new cheat code

That choppa eat a nigga up like a bistro

You wanna make some money with me, gotta send a couple heads first

Plymouth Rd, Nigga, I came up on pinehurst

Fifty pack on me, outta town and every card work

I done lost count ten times, now my head hurt

Niggas talkin' bout some money, you ain't even got five

I done found a bad lil' bitch, now I ain't gotta drive

I can punch everything up, but I used the slide

All that talkin' that y'all doin, that's why dawg

Thirty bands off one phone, that's my money phone

Cash Flip he sent that money to me, now his money gone

Think I'm about to give my money to you, then you niggas blowed

I'm always ridin' for my brothers if it's right wrong

Yeah, I'm always ridin' for my niggas, you know it's us

You ever seen a car transform, we in a Cybertruck

I catch a play, take my time with this shit, I don't rush

This shit like underarms, go and get the money, that's a must

Niggas know bro on the way, better move out the way

I turn this eleven bands to thirty-one like I'm Klay

I watch Unc cook it up, I learn to whip the same day

I'm like a chef when I'm outside, that biscuit on my waist

Niggas be crashin' out, it ain't about no money, boy you spent

I'm from Joy Rd and Hartwell, you knowin' what it is

I got my gun on me, pullin' up to church, man, I repent

I got my hands in the lot, I'm out the way, but in the mix