Hi-Tech
Bitch
This beat made by who?
Yeahh
I shoot shit
I'm a small forward
I'm a point guard
All fours on my drank
Bitch And my joints hard
Imma yoink cards
Punch charges
Til you bankrupt
Imma punch bars
Til I beat the fucking beat up
Cuts on my neck so bust
Bitch I'm V'd up
Bats on me
One swing
Bitch You get Tee'd up
Smoking
Treed up
I just poured a 3 up
Wockhardt
Talk hard
And I punch a mop hard
Bust cookie straight out the bag
Like a pop tart
Bro really say he got metal
He is not stark
Bro say that he really dog
He does not bark
Picked up his bitch from the bottom
And got the top part
Yeahhh
I mean took her to the top floor
Say you tryna match
Lil bitch you needa cop more
Immma cop four
And pour it on a sprite
We punching all nighters
Big fire on us
Every single pockets
All lighters
You a swag biter
Imma bag fighter
Yeah I punch Runtz
Bitch my bag tighter
Hi tech buyer
Roll it up
And start some hi tech fires
Bitch
That's some Elon musk shit
I'm smoking Elon musk kit
Bro a soldier
He'll hit you with that musket
Hold a swiffer
Bitch I'm known to dust shit
I bust shit
My body count
Trust it's
Gon go up
If you on fuck shit
I told hutch hit me up
And then I hutched up
Both wrist
You lil hoe bitch
I'm a demon when the sunset
I'm smoking sunset
Get my lungs checked
Get yo lungs wet
From my gun tech
I smoke a whole bow
Gimme one sec
You know how it go
Bitch I'm unaffected
I just got it in from Cali
Bitch I'm Hi-Teching
Smoking super dope
Like I'm a Californian
I wake up and I smoke pressure
Every morning
And If I'm in the field
You bitches never scoring
Always Preston bitch
You peasant bitches never foreign
I'm so foreign need a passport
Say you free throw god
I shoot from half court
Please get yo breath out my face
Before I act up
Bitch it smell like you use your mouth just to ash ports
Balling to be balling
Lil bitch I'm playing cash sports
Kamikaze fucker
Bro known to crash imports
Behind the back cross her up
fucked yo bitch In some gym shorts
Knox on me Ticonderoga
Lil bitch I'm in forts
That mean I got it locked down
Get up in my face
Lil bitch You get knocked down
My pops a square ass bitch
He ain't been round
Im a dog im very that, bitch
Shoutout the hounds
Bone her then I bury that bitch
Take me to the pound
Bitch
Yeahhh
Fucker
Richard
This beat made by who?
Yeahh
I shoot shit
I'm a small forward
I'm a point guard
All fours on my drank
Bitch And my joints hard
Imma yoink cards
Punch charges
Til you bankrupt
Imma punch bars
Til I beat the fucking beat up
Cuts on my neck so bust
Bitch I'm V'd up
Bats on me
One swing
Bitch You get Tee'd up
Smoking
Treed up
I just poured a 3 up
Wockhardt
Talk hard
And I punch a mop hard
Bust cookie straight out the bag
Like a pop tart
Bro really say he got metal
He is not stark
Bro say that he really dog
He does not bark
Picked up his bitch from the bottom
And got the top part
Yeahhh
I mean took her to the top floor
Say you tryna match
Lil bitch you needa cop more
Immma cop four
And pour it on a sprite
We punching all nighters
Big fire on us
Every single pockets
All lighters
You a swag biter
Imma bag fighter
Yeah I punch Runtz
Bitch my bag tighter
Hi tech buyer
Roll it up
And start some hi tech fires
Bitch
That's some Elon musk shit
I'm smoking Elon musk kit
Bro a soldier
He'll hit you with that musket
Hold a swiffer
Bitch I'm known to dust shit
I bust shit
My body count
Trust it's
Gon go up
If you on fuck shit
I told hutch hit me up
And then I hutched up
Both wrist
You lil hoe bitch
I'm a demon when the sunset
I'm smoking sunset
Get my lungs checked
Get yo lungs wet
From my gun tech
I smoke a whole bow
Gimme one sec
You know how it go
Bitch I'm unaffected
I just got it in from Cali
Bitch I'm Hi-Teching
Smoking super dope
Like I'm a Californian
I wake up and I smoke pressure
Every morning
And If I'm in the field
You bitches never scoring
Always Preston bitch
You peasant bitches never foreign
I'm so foreign need a passport
Say you free throw god
I shoot from half court
Please get yo breath out my face
Before I act up
Bitch it smell like you use your mouth just to ash ports
Balling to be balling
Lil bitch I'm playing cash sports
Kamikaze fucker
Bro known to crash imports
Behind the back cross her up
fucked yo bitch In some gym shorts
Knox on me Ticonderoga
Lil bitch I'm in forts
That mean I got it locked down
Get up in my face
Lil bitch You get knocked down
My pops a square ass bitch
He ain't been round
Im a dog im very that, bitch
Shoutout the hounds
Bone her then I bury that bitch
Take me to the pound
Bitch
Yeahhh
Fucker
Richard
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