Future – HiTek Tek

Future – HiTek Tek Lyrics

Artist: Future
Song: HiTek Tek

HiTek Tek, yeah-yeah
Big ol’ jet, yeah-yeah
Big-ass TEC, yeah-yeah
Big-ass b#tch, yeah-yeah

Thick lil’ sh#t, 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 b#tch, can’t see Jo-Jo
Every day, every night, go to the moon
All my n#gg#s 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 sh#t 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 n#gg#s 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 b#tch, yeah-yeah
Thick lil’ sh#t, 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 b#tches, 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 sh#t, 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 b#tch, yeah-yeah
Thick lil’ sh#t, 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)
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From the album:
High Off Life [Explicit]
Release Year: 2020