Technique
Bebè Baila
Toda la noche
Give it to me
Ima give it to you four ways
Loko my locals I got em gunning long plays
Hot summer get the bag and rap run up
Caught bumming if I get it I might drop some
Like Hussle gotta 'Double Up' I got to route running
New Fendi got em boujee
Praying for the Guala
New 'Gamas
Gotta get it for the Rap Allah
Sense a little hesitation walk up where you rep
Could tell you fake like that boujee pussy you tryna press
You ain't never sold a grip
Used to call him square
You ain't never took it where we took it
You was playing fair
Baby, don't sweat the Technique
I could take you where you dreaming about like next week
I could promise you the world but you prolly correct me
That's why I'm posted on the block with my brothers in West Phoenix
Pull up on a freak
All brain she don't speak
Don't sweat the Technique
Just cuddle caress me
Purple-Hearted for my soldiers that never could see decency
In the bay where they never gon' stop greeting me
Credit card scamming to get away the weather hot
Believe in the touchdown
We promise to make it pop
Unique in the way I speak
Meek Milly the way I rock
Mi hermanos been focusing on a way to make it out
Baby
Don't sweat the Technique
Would you trust in a motherfucker just like me?
I got a meeting with the Lords a God I might be
No test in my sight
Ascension in my fleet
Don't sweat the Technique
Would you trust in a motherfucker just like me?
I got a meeting with the Lords a God I might I be
No test in my sight
Ascension in my fleet
Levitating with the leverage man it's so apparent
Whistle for mi caballeros
Pulling strings now I'm Gepetto
'Member days where we was stealing out they fucking pantry
How we in this valley smoking Cali in this mini mansion?
Like Houdini way I pulled the switch
Flee the scene then reappear I'm more like Copperfield
Found this beauty in struggle
Got a nice appeal
The only I way sign a fucking deal is for that 20 million
So don't sweat the Technique
los huelo cerdos pero nunca me veran
Give a fuck about they people if they gon' tell us to run
Gun us down right by the border
They mission to get it from us
Baby
Don't sweat the Technique
Would you trust in a motherfucker just like me?
I got a meeting with the Lords a God I might be
No test in my sight
Ascension in my fleet
Baby
Don't sweat the Technique
Would you trust in a motherfucker just like me?
I got a meeting with the Lords a God I might I be
No test in my sight
Ascension in my fleet
Toda la noche
Give it to me
Ima give it to you four ways
Loko my locals I got em gunning long plays
Hot summer get the bag and rap run up
Caught bumming if I get it I might drop some
Like Hussle gotta 'Double Up' I got to route running
New Fendi got em boujee
Praying for the Guala
New 'Gamas
Gotta get it for the Rap Allah
Sense a little hesitation walk up where you rep
Could tell you fake like that boujee pussy you tryna press
You ain't never sold a grip
Used to call him square
You ain't never took it where we took it
You was playing fair
Baby, don't sweat the Technique
I could take you where you dreaming about like next week
I could promise you the world but you prolly correct me
That's why I'm posted on the block with my brothers in West Phoenix
Pull up on a freak
All brain she don't speak
Don't sweat the Technique
Just cuddle caress me
Purple-Hearted for my soldiers that never could see decency
In the bay where they never gon' stop greeting me
Credit card scamming to get away the weather hot
Believe in the touchdown
We promise to make it pop
Unique in the way I speak
Meek Milly the way I rock
Mi hermanos been focusing on a way to make it out
Baby
Don't sweat the Technique
Would you trust in a motherfucker just like me?
I got a meeting with the Lords a God I might be
No test in my sight
Ascension in my fleet
Don't sweat the Technique
Would you trust in a motherfucker just like me?
I got a meeting with the Lords a God I might I be
No test in my sight
Ascension in my fleet
Levitating with the leverage man it's so apparent
Whistle for mi caballeros
Pulling strings now I'm Gepetto
'Member days where we was stealing out they fucking pantry
How we in this valley smoking Cali in this mini mansion?
Like Houdini way I pulled the switch
Flee the scene then reappear I'm more like Copperfield
Found this beauty in struggle
Got a nice appeal
The only I way sign a fucking deal is for that 20 million
So don't sweat the Technique
los huelo cerdos pero nunca me veran
Give a fuck about they people if they gon' tell us to run
Gun us down right by the border
They mission to get it from us
Baby
Don't sweat the Technique
Would you trust in a motherfucker just like me?
I got a meeting with the Lords a God I might be
No test in my sight
Ascension in my fleet
Baby
Don't sweat the Technique
Would you trust in a motherfucker just like me?
I got a meeting with the Lords a God I might I be
No test in my sight
Ascension in my fleet
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Writer(s): Richard Saenz
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