HiTek Tek

(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) Freeband Gang 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 out poor 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 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 Prezi', 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 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, yep I'm straight out the trench I'm straight out the trench, yep The trench of the trench, woo The drank on the floor I started out poor 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 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 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)