Future – HiTek Tek

ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob (For real gang)

HiTek Tek, yeah-yeah
Big ol’ jet, yeah-yeah
Big-ass TEC, yeah-yeah
Big-ass bitch, yeah-yeah
Big lil’ shit, yeah-yeah
I’m gettin’ this money, yeah-yeah
I’m gettin’ this rich, yeah-yeah
Straight out the crib, yeah-yeah
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 to 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 dog, oh
She like to ride when I go jugg, I got a dog, ho
[?] to your bitch, can’t see Jo-Jo
Every day, every night, go to the moon
All my niggas geeked up in the room
Paradise, [?] 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 [?], please proceed with cautious
Court side, I’m sittin’ at the game with a Glock in my pocket
All my niggas bang (Brr) clean out the country
Go inside of Chanel store and start poppin’
Told you, I’m rollin’ off a bean like Scotty, yeah-yeah

HiTek Tek, yeah-yeah
Big ol’ jet, yeah-yeah
Big-ass TEC, yeah-yeah
Big-ass bitch, yeah-yeah
Big lil’ shit, yeah-yeah
I’m gettin’ this money, yeah-yeah
I’m gettin’ this rich, yeah-yeah
Straight out the crib, yeah-yeah
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 to pour, but not no more

I fill up a cup with that red and I know it might kill me (HiTek Tek)
I throw down the animal [?] and it got me boujee
I sold my coke in the car and the sweater sweater was Coogi
I can’t forget my bros, we make zoovie
I am not supposed to be fuckin’ these bitches, they suckin’ my dick on the low
I got her on lean (Woo), I got her on beans (Woo)
She down to my team and I’m cuttin’ up [?], man
Fully loaded magazines, shoutout to the gang, man
And I can’t even sleep, I [?] for seven days
Put a ‘Wood on that back shit, I position her more that 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

HiTek Tek, yeah-yeah
Big ol’ jet, yeah-yeah
Big-ass TEC, yeah-yeah
Big-ass bitch, yeah-yeah
Big lil’ shit, yeah-yeah
I’m gettin’ this money, yeah-yeah
I’m gettin’ this rich, yeah-yeah
Straight out the crib, yeah-yeah
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 to pour, but not no more

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