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Hitek Tek Lyrics By Future

    atl jacob atl jacob
    freeband gang

    yeahyeah
    hitech tech yeahyeah
    big ol’ jet yeahyeah
    big ass tec yeahyeah
    big ass bitchyeahyeah
    thicklil’ shit yeahyeah
    i’mgettin’ my money yeahyeah
    i’m gettin’ thisrich yeahyeah
    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 gogogoghost 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 kci 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

    yeahyeah
    hitech tech yeahyeah
    big ol’ jet yeahyeah big ol’ jet
    big ass tec yeahyeah
    big ass bitch yeahyeah big ass bitch
    thick lil’ shit yeahyeah
    i’m gettin’ my money yeahyeah hitech tech
    i’m gettin’ this rich yeahyeah
    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 hitech 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

    hitech tech yeahyeah
    hitech tech yeahyeah
    big ol’ jet yeahyeah big ol’ jet
    big ass tec yeahyeah
    big ass bitch yeahyeah big ol’ bitch
    thick lil’ shit yeahyeah
    i’m gettin’ my money yeahyeah hitech tech
    i’m gettin’ this rich yeahyeah
    hitech tech
    hitech tech hitech tech yeahyeah
    hitech tech yeahyeah

    Artist: Future

    Year: 2020

    Decade: 20s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 341