HiTek Tek

[Intro]

(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

Freeband Gang

[Chorus]

Yeah-yeah

Hi-Tech Tech, yeah-yeah

Big ol' jet, yeah-yeah

Big ass TEC, yeah-yeah

Big ass bitch, yeah-yeah

Thick lil' shit, 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

[Verse 1]

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

We drivin' every single car you want, send in the dope, ho

She like to ride when I go jugg, I got a dope ho

Make me sing to your bitch, K-Ci, JoJo

Every day, every night, go to the moon

All of my niggas 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 shit like I was robbin'

Chain rings, earrings, please proceed with cautions

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

All my niggas bang, brr, clear out the cartridge

Go inside of Chanel store and start poppin'

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

[Chorus]

Yeah-yeah

Hi-Tech Tech, yeah-yeah

Big ol' jet, yeah-yeah (Big ol' jet)

Big ass TEC, yeah-yeah

Big ass bitch, yeah-yeah (Big ass bitch)

Thick lil' shit, 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

[Verse 2]

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 coke in the cold, the sweater was Coogi

I can't forget my bros, we make a zoovie

I am not supposed to be fuckin' these bitches, they jockin' my dick 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

[Outro]

Hi-Tech Tech, yeah-yeah

Hi-Tech Tech, yeah-yeah

Big ol' jet, yeah-yeah (Big ol' jet)

Big ass TEC, yeah-yeah

Big ass bitch, yeah-yeah (Big ol' bitch)

Thick lil' shit, 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)