Hi Tech
Beep
Hey hey hey
(I'm) Posted in the slums and I got it on me
We can't be lackin in the life of Tony
Rags to the riches the humma the money
Trap out of the bando til its sunny
Run up the bag with the hammer on me
I dirty the Fanta with dirty money
He want to copy but he cant clone me
I got the game from my big homie
My money confess
The humma the money
The commas they comin
Thats how you get ten in the stash
I'm pullin up on her
She runnin the Honda
These bitches don't know how to act
Its dirty high tech in my Fanta my nigga
We dont be sippin not act
Rags to riches nigga
High tech
I'm feelin like a mother fuckin Scarface
I'm feelin like a mother fuckin Frank Matthews
Cuttin up the humma in the Ponderosa
Its a strong smell
Niggas OD'in off the humma boy
Gotta be cautious boy
Gotta know what your doin boy
Fuckin with that raw boy
Now beat the pack up
We Cleveland niggas and we gonna get it
We Cleveland niggas and we hit it
Takin no loses
Livin like bosses
Fuckin bitches in Ritz Carlton
Fuckin these big bitches
Leavin their pussy fartin
Sippin the high tech
Laughin at Martin
Livin life like a gangsta
One false move head tap body tap
Its a wrap
Its a fact
I'm the trap
You a rat
Humma the money got me flexin hard
Rims sittin so high
Got me feelin close to the God
(I'm) Posted in the slums and I got it on me
We can't be lackin in the life of Tony
Rags to the riches the humma the money
Trap out of the bando til its sunny
Run up the bag with the hammer on me
I dirty the Fanta with dirty money
He want to copy but he cant clone me
I got the game from my big homie
My money confess
The humma the money
The commas they comin
Thats how you get ten in the stash
I'm pullin up on her
She runnin the Honda
These bitches don't know how to act
Its dirty high tech in my Fanta my nigga
We dont be sippin not act
Rags to riches nigga
High tech
Posted in the slums I got a habit
I trap in stu
In the cut like a bandit
Poured poured up a four in the cup
Dirty dancin
Trappin on the court handle like Magic
Blow a couple bands ain't trickin if you got it
Humma the money you don't know nothin about it
Straight out the Honda put rims on the 'rrari
General bitches designin my closet
We locate the stacks when you make a deposit
Ain't no telling if niggas lurkin or watchin
Too deep in them commas
Bitches be weak by a dollar
She only want me for the humma
Thank God I've been into some numbers
Thank God I've been in for some summers
The junkies they need me like the humma
They itchin and scratchin
Fiendin for they need dope
I know they itchin scratchin they need mo'
They need that Bobby and Whitney on the low
They need that Eddie 'caine when it raaaiiin
(I'm) Posted in the slums and I got it on me
We can't be lackin in the life of Tony
Rags to the riches the humma the money
Trap out of the bando til its sunny
Run up the bag with the hammer on me
I dirty the Fanta with dirty money
He want to copy but he cant clone me
I got the game from my big homie
My money confess
The humma the money
The commas they comin
Thats how you get ten in the stash
I'm pullin up on her
She runnin the Honda
These bitches don't know how to act
Its dirty high tech in my Fanta my nigga
We dont be sippin not act
Rags to riches nigga
High tech
(I'm) Posted in the slums and I got it on me
We can't be lackin in the life of Tony
Rags to the riches the humma the money
Trap out of the bando til its sunny
Run up the bag with the hammer on me
I dirty the Fanta with dirty money
He want to copy but he cant clone me
I got the game from my big homie
My money confess
The humma the money
The commas they comin
Thats how you get ten in the stash
I'm pullin up on her
She runnin the Honda
These bitches don't know how to act
Its dirty high tech in my Fanta my nigga
We dont be sippin not act
Rags to riches nigga
High tech
Police watchin me sellin coke
I got a habit of kickin doors
I could've re-upped but I bought a roll
But the product be raw
But we sell it whole
I just popped a bean
It got me rollin
Caused a murder scene
My niggas blowin AR-15's
I kick the door in
Bitch can't trick me she already know it
Thirty in the Glock
Hey k
Come get dropped
I just poured a codeine in my pop
Ridin around with Buuda we hittin drops
I've been sellin Ludda and Chris Rock
You can meet my shoota and get shot
Hey we can chop and screw ya
We get it poppin Aye
(I'm) Posted in the slums and I got it on me
We can't be lackin in the life of Tony
Rags to the riches the humma the money
Trap out of the bando til its sunny
Run up the bag with the hammer on me
I dirty the Fanta with dirty money
He want to copy but he cant clone me
I got the game from my big homie
My money confess
The humma the money
The commas they comin
Thats how you get ten in the stash
I'm pullin up on her
She runnin the Honda
These bitches don't know how to act
Its dirty high tech in my Fanta my nigga
We dont be sippin not act
Rags to riches nigga
High tech
Hey hey hey
(I'm) Posted in the slums and I got it on me
We can't be lackin in the life of Tony
Rags to the riches the humma the money
Trap out of the bando til its sunny
Run up the bag with the hammer on me
I dirty the Fanta with dirty money
He want to copy but he cant clone me
I got the game from my big homie
My money confess
The humma the money
The commas they comin
Thats how you get ten in the stash
I'm pullin up on her
She runnin the Honda
These bitches don't know how to act
Its dirty high tech in my Fanta my nigga
We dont be sippin not act
Rags to riches nigga
High tech
I'm feelin like a mother fuckin Scarface
I'm feelin like a mother fuckin Frank Matthews
Cuttin up the humma in the Ponderosa
Its a strong smell
Niggas OD'in off the humma boy
Gotta be cautious boy
Gotta know what your doin boy
Fuckin with that raw boy
Now beat the pack up
We Cleveland niggas and we gonna get it
We Cleveland niggas and we hit it
Takin no loses
Livin like bosses
Fuckin bitches in Ritz Carlton
Fuckin these big bitches
Leavin their pussy fartin
Sippin the high tech
Laughin at Martin
Livin life like a gangsta
One false move head tap body tap
Its a wrap
Its a fact
I'm the trap
You a rat
Humma the money got me flexin hard
Rims sittin so high
Got me feelin close to the God
(I'm) Posted in the slums and I got it on me
We can't be lackin in the life of Tony
Rags to the riches the humma the money
Trap out of the bando til its sunny
Run up the bag with the hammer on me
I dirty the Fanta with dirty money
He want to copy but he cant clone me
I got the game from my big homie
My money confess
The humma the money
The commas they comin
Thats how you get ten in the stash
I'm pullin up on her
She runnin the Honda
These bitches don't know how to act
Its dirty high tech in my Fanta my nigga
We dont be sippin not act
Rags to riches nigga
High tech
Posted in the slums I got a habit
I trap in stu
In the cut like a bandit
Poured poured up a four in the cup
Dirty dancin
Trappin on the court handle like Magic
Blow a couple bands ain't trickin if you got it
Humma the money you don't know nothin about it
Straight out the Honda put rims on the 'rrari
General bitches designin my closet
We locate the stacks when you make a deposit
Ain't no telling if niggas lurkin or watchin
Too deep in them commas
Bitches be weak by a dollar
She only want me for the humma
Thank God I've been into some numbers
Thank God I've been in for some summers
The junkies they need me like the humma
They itchin and scratchin
Fiendin for they need dope
I know they itchin scratchin they need mo'
They need that Bobby and Whitney on the low
They need that Eddie 'caine when it raaaiiin
(I'm) Posted in the slums and I got it on me
We can't be lackin in the life of Tony
Rags to the riches the humma the money
Trap out of the bando til its sunny
Run up the bag with the hammer on me
I dirty the Fanta with dirty money
He want to copy but he cant clone me
I got the game from my big homie
My money confess
The humma the money
The commas they comin
Thats how you get ten in the stash
I'm pullin up on her
She runnin the Honda
These bitches don't know how to act
Its dirty high tech in my Fanta my nigga
We dont be sippin not act
Rags to riches nigga
High tech
(I'm) Posted in the slums and I got it on me
We can't be lackin in the life of Tony
Rags to the riches the humma the money
Trap out of the bando til its sunny
Run up the bag with the hammer on me
I dirty the Fanta with dirty money
He want to copy but he cant clone me
I got the game from my big homie
My money confess
The humma the money
The commas they comin
Thats how you get ten in the stash
I'm pullin up on her
She runnin the Honda
These bitches don't know how to act
Its dirty high tech in my Fanta my nigga
We dont be sippin not act
Rags to riches nigga
High tech
Police watchin me sellin coke
I got a habit of kickin doors
I could've re-upped but I bought a roll
But the product be raw
But we sell it whole
I just popped a bean
It got me rollin
Caused a murder scene
My niggas blowin AR-15's
I kick the door in
Bitch can't trick me she already know it
Thirty in the Glock
Hey k
Come get dropped
I just poured a codeine in my pop
Ridin around with Buuda we hittin drops
I've been sellin Ludda and Chris Rock
You can meet my shoota and get shot
Hey we can chop and screw ya
We get it poppin Aye
(I'm) Posted in the slums and I got it on me
We can't be lackin in the life of Tony
Rags to the riches the humma the money
Trap out of the bando til its sunny
Run up the bag with the hammer on me
I dirty the Fanta with dirty money
He want to copy but he cant clone me
I got the game from my big homie
My money confess
The humma the money
The commas they comin
Thats how you get ten in the stash
I'm pullin up on her
She runnin the Honda
These bitches don't know how to act
Its dirty high tech in my Fanta my nigga
We dont be sippin not act
Rags to riches nigga
High tech
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