Cyberpunk 2077 by King Soup Lyrics
Free Tay-K, I run up them rackades
Call up your plug then I skate off like Cascades
Bitch so bad think I got her off Backpage
Brown skin, blonde hair like Patty Mayonnaise
I got a stick with a grip like a band-aid
I got a clip on my hip like I’m Man Ray
Thinking I’m invader, I’m letting the can spray
I don’t split bills but they say I don’t got It all (Nah!)
One shot lift his top like it’s Marti Gras
Be with Tragic, they think he my bodyguard
I will shoot you for real that is not a bar
They thinking cause I’m 5’3 that I’m Pussy
Same shit that they said bout Napoleon
Go to work with a mop like custodians
I slime him out like the old Nickelodeon
You do what you can I do what I want
100 in chase this not a front
I’m starting to feel like I’m Donald trump
I’m starting to feel like I gotta stunt
These niggas be talking a lot of junk
Until they realize that I got a pump
The Release leave you messy like Cyberpunk
Like a sub put that nigga inside a trunk
Like a sub put that nigga down underwater
Like a plug what you need cause I got your order
Militant with the aim call me SGT Slaughter
Im collecting them bodies like I’m a hoarder
Send the gang at you niggas think it’s a horde
I get money I rap cause I’m fucking bored
Be with certified niggas with no awards
Shoot a pussy ass nigga get no reward
Pay my jit, he gon’ do you like it’s a chore
He send proof that you up nigga it’s a score
Ain’t no rules in this shit nigga it’s a war
Summer Slam how these bodies gon’ hit the floor
Get to waving that stick like in Gryffindor
Nature boy got the game in a figure 4
I be wearing the shit you can’t get in stores
Should I give em a break?
Give em more ?
I extended the steel like a spatula
I got bands I be counting like Dracula
I just paid 8 for the fur no tarantula
If I back out that nigga start backing up
I call my nina Caresha she acting up
Need a bitch like JT cause she bad as fuck
I sit back these deposits keep adding up
They said Super don’t get you a foreign
My car paid so it don’t even matter bruh
They tell me that’s too much money
Never had that shit to even have enough
Niggas be all on Twitter they acting tough
These two .40s get you out your character
Keep a tool like I’m working for Barringer
Big gun like we hunting the predator
Pistol whip make him look like Angelica
Graze his top now he looking like Cynthia
Better duck when these hollows get sent to ya
Playing games with the god like Olympia
Kill your bro, I don’t care what he meant to ya
My Giuseppe’s be looking like rent to ya
Purple Rain in my cup look like Prince to ya
J.Prince, I’m in Houston extorting shit
Dropping babies on babies like storks and shit
Killing babies on babies aborting shit
Got me feeling like Lemony Snickett
Touch my books and this shit get unfortunate
My left pocket can buy me a horse and shit
My right pocket can buy me a Porsche and shit
We all eating the same but don’t portion shit
The same niggas that I used ration with
The same niggas that be with me clapping shit
Got that silver right on me I’m blacking shit
I walk round with the pound like a activist
Im Wayne Brady, you pussy I’ll smack a bitch
I got bitches, I really be macking
Two things with me like Cat in The Hat and shit
He said he don’t want beef cause he vegan
But he do not got it in him like pacifist
Said he don’t want smoke cause he cold turkey
Talking tough? I pull up, he like don’t hurt me
Shooter send him a round like a frisbee
Put that boy in a frame like a old jersey
Catch a hook or a shot like the old Worthy
I don’t like Clubhouse cause the hoes thirsty
Just mid-lifed the Glock now it hold 30
Young clean ass nigga but my flow dirty
Call up your plug then I skate off like Cascades
Bitch so bad think I got her off Backpage
Brown skin, blonde hair like Patty Mayonnaise
I got a stick with a grip like a band-aid
I got a clip on my hip like I’m Man Ray
Thinking I’m invader, I’m letting the can spray
I don’t split bills but they say I don’t got It all (Nah!)
One shot lift his top like it’s Marti Gras
Be with Tragic, they think he my bodyguard
I will shoot you for real that is not a bar
They thinking cause I’m 5’3 that I’m Pussy
Same shit that they said bout Napoleon
Go to work with a mop like custodians
I slime him out like the old Nickelodeon
You do what you can I do what I want
100 in chase this not a front
I’m starting to feel like I’m Donald trump
I’m starting to feel like I gotta stunt
These niggas be talking a lot of junk
Until they realize that I got a pump
The Release leave you messy like Cyberpunk
Like a sub put that nigga inside a trunk
Like a sub put that nigga down underwater
Like a plug what you need cause I got your order
Militant with the aim call me SGT Slaughter
Im collecting them bodies like I’m a hoarder
Send the gang at you niggas think it’s a horde
I get money I rap cause I’m fucking bored
Be with certified niggas with no awards
Shoot a pussy ass nigga get no reward
Pay my jit, he gon’ do you like it’s a chore
He send proof that you up nigga it’s a score
Ain’t no rules in this shit nigga it’s a war
Summer Slam how these bodies gon’ hit the floor
Get to waving that stick like in Gryffindor
Nature boy got the game in a figure 4
I be wearing the shit you can’t get in stores
Should I give em a break?
Give em more ?
I extended the steel like a spatula
I got bands I be counting like Dracula
I just paid 8 for the fur no tarantula
If I back out that nigga start backing up
I call my nina Caresha she acting up
Need a bitch like JT cause she bad as fuck
I sit back these deposits keep adding up
They said Super don’t get you a foreign
My car paid so it don’t even matter bruh
They tell me that’s too much money
Never had that shit to even have enough
Niggas be all on Twitter they acting tough
These two .40s get you out your character
Keep a tool like I’m working for Barringer
Big gun like we hunting the predator
Pistol whip make him look like Angelica
Graze his top now he looking like Cynthia
Better duck when these hollows get sent to ya
Playing games with the god like Olympia
Kill your bro, I don’t care what he meant to ya
My Giuseppe’s be looking like rent to ya
Purple Rain in my cup look like Prince to ya
J.Prince, I’m in Houston extorting shit
Dropping babies on babies like storks and shit
Killing babies on babies aborting shit
Got me feeling like Lemony Snickett
Touch my books and this shit get unfortunate
My left pocket can buy me a horse and shit
My right pocket can buy me a Porsche and shit
We all eating the same but don’t portion shit
The same niggas that I used ration with
The same niggas that be with me clapping shit
Got that silver right on me I’m blacking shit
I walk round with the pound like a activist
Im Wayne Brady, you pussy I’ll smack a bitch
I got bitches, I really be macking
Two things with me like Cat in The Hat and shit
He said he don’t want beef cause he vegan
But he do not got it in him like pacifist
Said he don’t want smoke cause he cold turkey
Talking tough? I pull up, he like don’t hurt me
Shooter send him a round like a frisbee
Put that boy in a frame like a old jersey
Catch a hook or a shot like the old Worthy
I don’t like Clubhouse cause the hoes thirsty
Just mid-lifed the Glock now it hold 30
Young clean ass nigga but my flow dirty