HiTek Tek

作曲：Nayvadius Wilburn,Jacob Canady,Omar-Rayan Guetfa

作词：Nayvadius Wilburn,Jacob Canady,Omar-Rayan Guetfa

ATL Jacob ATL Jacob

Freeband Gang

Yeah-yeah

Hi-Tech Tech yeah-yeah

Big ol' jet yeah-yeah

Big a*s TEC yeah-yeah

Big a*s b***h yeah-yeah

Thick lil' s**t yeah-yeah

I'm gettin' my money yeah-yeah

I'm gettin' this rich yeah-yeah

Straight out the crib yep

I'm straight out the trench yep

I'm straight out the trench yep

I'm straight out the trench yep

The trench of the trench

Woo

The drank on the floor

I started I pour

But not no more

Hop in that go-go-go-Ghost I'm on go mode

We drivin' every single car you want send in the d**e ho

She like to ride when I go jugg I got a d**e ho

Make me sing to your b***h K-Ci JoJo

Every day every night go to the moon

All of my n***as geeked up in the room

Paradise shoot my one and two

Astronaut takin' off I got the proof

Yeah

Perky medics

Yeah yeah

Head from Becky

Yeah yeah

Gold baguetties

Yeah yeah

Gold presi

Yeah yeah

I be down in Houston like Kareem I'm a rocket

Drank the drank and popped a couple beans now I'm cocky

Came through the game and took that s**t like I was robbing

Chain rings earrings please proceed with cautions

Courtside I'm sittin' at the game with a Glock in my pocket

All my n***as bang brr clear out the cartridge

Go inside of Chanel store and start popping

I told you I'm rollin' off a bean like Scotty

Yeah-yeah

Hi-Tech Tech yeah-yeah

Big ol' jet yeah-yeah

Big ol' jet

Big a*s TEC yeah-yeah

Big a*s b***h yeah-yeah

Big a*s b***h

Thick lil' s**t yeah-yeah

I'm gettin' my money yeah-yeah

Hi-Tech Tech

I'm gettin' this rich yeah-yeah

I'm straight out the crib

I'm straight out the trench yup

I'm straight out the trench

I'm straight out the trench yup

The trench of the trench

Woo

The drank on the floor

I started I pour

But not no more

Yeah I fill up a cup with that red and I know it might kill me

Hi-Tech Tech

I throwed on the animal print and it got me bougie

I sold my ** in the cold the sweater was Coogi

I can't forget my bros we make a zoovie

I am not supposed to be f**kin' these b***hes

They jockin' my d**k on the low

I got her on lean

Woo

I got her on beans

Woo

She down to my team man I'm cuttin' up a ring man

Fully loaded magazines shout out to the gangland

And I can't even sleep

I been already geeked for seven days

Put the wood on that Banshee

I position her more than seven ways

I got black cards and Visas I'm gettin' paid

I'm sittin' in the dark ain't got shades

Take all the tablets and go to space

Hi-Tech Tech yeah-yeah

Hi-Tech Tech yeah-yeah

Big ol' jet yeah-yeah

Big ol' jet

Big a*s TEC yeah-yeah

Big a*s b***h yeah-yeah

Big ol' b***h

Thick lil' s**t yeah-yeah

I'm gettin' my money yeah-yeah

Hi-Tech Tech

I'm gettin' this rich yeah-yeah

Hi-Tech Tech

Hi-Tech Tech Hi-Tech Tech

Yeah-yeah

Hi-Tech Tech

Yeah-yeah