High Tech

Ha, bro take your head off your shoulders

Ship a pack to Sarasota (hey)

It's time to slide, then load up (yeah)

It's a lot of Wock' in my soda

Almost flipped the Beam over

Really rich, but I need more

Just like a kid, he broke

Just like a cig, he smoked

Bro keep a SIG, no joke

Get the pack gone, adios

12 make a nigga get low (ha)

Like Danny, I'm finna go ghost

In the GLE truck too geeked

SRT, all I know

I was finna just pour me a three

Ended up pourin' up four

Nigga, his pockets on E

That nigga lame and he broke

My niggas still in the streets

He snatchin' chains and bowls

My nigga been in the trap house

With me and he ain't even change his clothes

Nigga, my crib too high-tech

Walk in this bitch, gotta type in the code

I was too young for the Act', nigga, yeah

So I'm pourin' up Wok' in the soda

Got too much drank in this bitch, nigga

If 12 walk in, yeah, then its over

Yeah, I got too much cheese

Can't even remember the last time I been sober

My niggas shout out the cobra

Yeah we gon fly to Dakota

That nigga broke, he a poser

He just rich for the 'Gram, yeah, we know it

Put his ho on that cash, we was throwing it

Run through that money, we blowing it, ayy

That nigga, he an informant

All these racks, would've thought I was touring

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Do that shit

Yeah, yeah, yeah