ฟังเพลงHiTek Tek (Clean)

Song: HiTek Tek

Artist: Future

Lyrics: Future, ATL Jacob

Composed: OmarGuetfa, ATL Jacob

ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob (For real gang)

HiTek Tek, 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 to pour, 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 dog, oh

She like to ride when I go jugg, I got a dog, ho

To your bitch, can't see Jo-Jo

Every day, every night, go to the moon

All my niggas geeked up in the room

Paradise, 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 Presi' (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 , please proceed with cautious

Court side, I'm sittin' at the game with a Glock in my pocket

All my niggas bang (Brr) clean out the country

Go inside of Chanel store and start poppin'

Told you, I'm rollin' off a bean like Scotty, yeah-yeah

HiTek Tek, 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, yeah-yeah

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 to pour, but not no more

I fill up a cup with that red and I know it might kill me (HiTek Tek)

I throw down the animal and it got me boujee

I sold my coke in the car and the sweater sweater was Coogi

I can't forget my bros, we make zoovie

I am not supposed to be ****in' these bitches, they suckin' my dick on the low

I got her on lean (Woo), I got her on beans (Woo)

She down to my team and I'm cuttin' up, man

Fully loaded magazines, shoutout to the gang, man

And I can't even sleep, I for seven days

Put a 'Wood on that back shit, I position her more that 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

HiTek Tek, yeah-yeah

HiTek Tek, 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

HiTek Tek

HiTek Tek, yeah-yeah (HiTek Tek)

HiTek Tek, yeah-yeah (HiTek Tek)