Hi-tech
DiorSantana
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(Hi Jay)
Designer my body, got Hi-tech on
I'm at the top nigga, where I belong
Bad ass bitch, she liking my songs
Counting my bands, money getting long
Fuck nigga trying, shoot him and he gone
Feel like I'm Josi, Wallahi, on God
Choppa had him jumping, he jump like a frog
Bitch i had to go muhfucking get it
Ain't finna stop til' I'm muhfucking winning
I had to get up, no muhfucking quitting
Like tana keep going, don't stop until you're finished
They know I'm the best, the king of the youth
Keep it a hundred, they know I'm the truth
I'm with the starts at the top of the moon
I tinted the windows, can't see through the coupe
I'm muhfucking going, I'm going, I'm going, I'm going, I'm going, i ain't finna stop
I got a steamer, modified the glock
Bulletproof coupe, running for the cops
They got some choppers, they got helicopters
I'm off the syrup, I'm popping an X
I got Alyx, i don't mean to flex
Walk in that bitch with a bulletproof vest
(Ye, ye, ye)
The muhfucking God just walked in
I-I'm with my brothers up in the coupe, we toting 'em guns we locked in
My niggas we breaking the bank
We hopped in the coupe got a bag with the racks in
I just hopped in that muhfucking Jeep
I jump out the coupe when i muhfucking park it
Dead bodies the police gon deal with it
Fuck 12 I've got nun to do with it
I'm off the wok and I'm pop a seal with it
I'm smoking on gas, man nun feels real with it
I-I'm going up try do sum about it
I'm in the Stu I'm muhfucking shouting
Puffin' that gas I'm muhfucking clouded
Fuck nigga lacking, we muhfucking caught him
Fuck nigga scared, he muhfucking pussy
I'm with that bitch, she smells like badussy
Puffin' that gas, I'm smoking that kush
I'm working, I'm working, I'm muhfucking pushing
Fuck nigga trying, he do what i do
I put a switch on the drac, finna shoot
I'm coming in first, that nigga gon lose
I hop in a jet with the muhfucking crew