CYBERTRUCK

You know
I don't know, hey

I notice them confused
Confused
You hang out with yours, I hang out with mine
Disgusted

This is PR, here nobody stops at the stop signs, brr
They're for you to heal and shoot
That slutty face makes me stand up, hey
Mommy, you and I are the same

But with these bastards, no, don't compare me
No, please, don't compare me
You already know that I'm not normal
No, hey

That's why I hit both at the same time
One in four, the other in reverse
You hear me from Diles and for me to give it to you
Together they make twenty because both are a ten

That's why I gave both at the same time
One in four, the other in reverse
You hear me on a track and you know I'm going to kill it
These bastards throw, but they don't show themselves

I don't clarify doubts
Think what you want
Let those who hate me hate me
Let those who love me love me

Days without sleep, look at the bags under my eyes
Don't call to complain, I'm not Ojeda
Asshole, stop whining, hey
Hey, the girls are asking for some street style
Justin Gaethje, the blondes, Cristiano, I kick this beat
I remember in college when I rolled the blondes on Mateo's pages, hey

Hey, hey
The new religion, the girls at mass
To make you move your ass, all the Dojas and all the SZAs
I'm a fine step horse, I walk without hurry
I drop a track and everything freezes

Stuck on the street and TikTok-Tok
Making donuts in the Mercho, Ken Block-Block
Kendo Kaponi, I'm also a Glock-Glock
Forty without the lock-lock
What's up? I don't give a fuck-fuck

I enter the genre doing an ollie, Tony Hawk-Hawk
Shooting from half court, Trae Young in the Hawks-Hawks
He ran out of shot, clock-clock
I ran over him in the Cybertruck-truck
Because, hey

This is PR, here nobody stops at the stop signs, no
They're for you to heal and shoot
That slutty face makes me stand up, hey
Mommy, you and I are the same

But with these bastards, no, don't compare me
No, please, don't compare me
You already know that I'm not normal