Meek Mill - CYBERTRUCK lyrics
Meek Mill [Robert Rihmeek Williams] Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
Meek Mill continues to chaotically release singles in his characteristic style while simultaneously finishing work on his upcoming album "Dreamchasers Worldwide." Today, the artist presented "CYBER TRUCK" — a text-focused representation of his lifestyle and the street life of Philadelphia.
[Meek Mill - CYBERTRUCK lyrics]
[Intro]
Rest in peace
To all my lil' niggas in the trenches
All my OGs too (Grrt)
Ooh
[Verse 1]
I say dead zone, back in SP
Nigga in the red zone
He don't even know what happened
He heard that, "fft," and caught a headstone
Catch me out in Philly
I'm somewhere bippin' with a redbone
I be buyin' her Chrome
And that shit crazy
She don't even wear Chrome
Outside to the max
I'm goin' front line in the 'Bach
'Cause it's the Virgil one
And you ain't gotta hide you doin'
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 gon' 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 or some'
Trust no one
[Verse 2]
I pray with my Glock before I sin
(That's all us, through the violence
And the shadows)
Bike gon' scrape the block
Every time I bend (Raw)
Yeah, I cannot miss with this new FN
Yeah, I'm so rich my opp actin' like friends
Fuck them niggas
They was doing cyber attacks
So I bought a Cybertruck
Smokin' on the loudest pack
This shit sound like the volume up
Multiply them millions
Ain't no conquer and dividin' 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)
[Verse 3]
Niggas 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 (We gots)
Glock ten hittin' like Gervonta
When he swing his right back (He rock)
Ridin' tank and they can't stop me
They don't really like that (Yeah)
Skinny nigga, but l'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
Say he like Curry with the pot
This time, I'm cheffin' up your bitch
Thousand percent with this shit
You know I'm backin' up my man
I showed niggas how to ball
Put them racks up on the 'Gram
How to park your foreign by the jet (I did)
Walk off laughing when
We land 'cause we'll sacrifice your dog
Like a sacrificial lamb (Brr)
I don't know how to make
No TikTok, but look at my wristwatch
I'm from Philly, niggas will kill
Your ass about some hip-hop (Brrt)
On a yacht, a bunch
Of Spanish hoes
Tryna make them lip-lock
Hermès Rolls-Royce match ya
Hermès 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
[Outro]
For real
Yeah
Grimy, thirsty, starving and hungry
Yea
Rest in peace
To all my lil' niggas in the trenches
All my OGs too (Grrt)
Ooh
[Verse 1]
I say dead zone, back in SP
Nigga in the red zone
He don't even know what happened
He heard that, "fft," and caught a headstone
Catch me out in Philly
I'm somewhere bippin' with a redbone
I be buyin' her Chrome
And that shit crazy
She don't even wear Chrome
Outside to the max
I'm goin' front line in the 'Bach
'Cause it's the Virgil one
And you ain't gotta hide you doin'
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 gon' 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 or some'
Trust no one
[Verse 2]
I pray with my Glock before I sin
(That's all us, through the violence
And the shadows)
Bike gon' scrape the block
Every time I bend (Raw)
Yeah, I cannot miss with this new FN
Yeah, I'm so rich my opp actin' like friends
Fuck them niggas
They was doing cyber attacks
So I bought a Cybertruck
Smokin' on the loudest pack
This shit sound like the volume up
Multiply them millions
Ain't no conquer and dividin' 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)
[Verse 3]
Niggas 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 (We gots)
Glock ten hittin' like Gervonta
When he swing his right back (He rock)
Ridin' tank and they can't stop me
They don't really like that (Yeah)
Skinny nigga, but l'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
Say he like Curry with the pot
This time, I'm cheffin' up your bitch
Thousand percent with this shit
You know I'm backin' up my man
I showed niggas how to ball
Put them racks up on the 'Gram
How to park your foreign by the jet (I did)
Walk off laughing when
We land 'cause we'll sacrifice your dog
Like a sacrificial lamb (Brr)
I don't know how to make
No TikTok, but look at my wristwatch
I'm from Philly, niggas will kill
Your ass about some hip-hop (Brrt)
On a yacht, a bunch
Of Spanish hoes
Tryna make them lip-lock
Hermès Rolls-Royce match ya
Hermès 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
[Outro]
For real
Yeah
Grimy, thirsty, starving and hungry
Yea
