Hi-tech Lyrics

(Hi Jay)

Designer my body, got Hi-tech on

I'm at the top nigga, where I belong

Bad ass bitch, she liking my songs

Counting my bands, money getting long

Fuck nigga trying, shoot him and he gone

Feel like I'm Josi, Wallahi, on God

Choppa had him jumping, he jump like a frog

Bitch i had to go muhfucking get it

Ain't finna stop til' I'm muhfucking winning

I had to get up, no muhfucking quitting

Like tana keep going, don't stop until you're finished

They know I'm the best, the king of the youth

Keep it a hundred, they know I'm the truth

I'm with the starts at the top of the moon

I tinted the windows, can't see through the coupe

I'm muhfucking going, I'm going, I'm going, I'm going, I'm going, i ain't finna stop

I got a steamer, modified the glock

Bulletproof coupe, running for the cops

They got some choppers, they got helicopters

I'm off the syrup, I'm popping an X

I got Alyx, i don't mean to flex

Walk in that bitch with a bulletproof vest

(Ye, ye, ye)

The muhfucking God just walked in

I-I'm with my brothers up in the coupe, we toting 'em guns we locked in

My niggas we breaking the bank

We hopped in the coupe got a bag with the racks in

I just hopped in that muhfucking Jeep

I jump out the coupe when i muhfucking park it

Dead bodies the police gon deal with it

Fuck 12 I've got nun to do with it

I'm off the wok and I'm pop a seal with it

I'm smoking on gas, man nun feels real with it

I-I'm going up try do sum about it

I'm in the Stu I'm muhfucking shouting

Puffin' that gas I'm muhfucking clouded

Fuck nigga lacking, we muhfucking caught him

Fuck nigga scared, he muhfucking pussy

I'm with that bitch, she smells like badussy

Puffin' that gas, I'm smoking that kush

I'm working, I'm working, I'm muhfucking pushing

Fuck nigga trying, he do what i do

I put a switch on the drac, finna shoot

I'm coming in first, that nigga gon lose

I hop in a jet with the muhfucking crew