Hitek tek chords by Future
Intro 1
Dm
Verse 1
Dm
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) Freeband Gang
Yeah,
yeah
Hi- tech Tech, 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 out poor
But not no more
Verse 2
Dm
Hop in that go, go, go, Ghost,
I'm on go- mode
We drivin' every single car you want,
send in the dope, ho
She like to ride when I go jugg,
I got a dope ho
Make me sing to your bitch,
K- Ci, JoJo
Every day, every night,
go to the moon
All of my niggas geeked up in
the room
Paradise, shoot my 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 Prezi', 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 rings, earrings,
please proceed with cautions
Courtside, I'm sittin' at the game with
a Glock in my pocket
All my niggas bang,
brr, clear out the cartridge
Go inside of Chanel store and start poppin'
I told you, I'm rollin' off a
bean like Scotty
Verse 3
Dm
Yeah, yeah Hi- tech Tech,
yeah, yeah
Big ol' jet, yeah, yeah (big ol' jet)
Big ass TEC, yeah, yeah
Big ass bitch,
yeah, yeah (big ass bitch)
Thick lil' shit, yeah, yeah
I'm gettin' my money,
yeah, yeah (Hi- Tech Tech)
I'm gettin' this rich, yeah, yeah
I'm straight out the crib
I'm straight out the trench,
yep
I'm straight out the trench
I'm straight out the trench, yep
The trench of the trench, woo
The drank on the floor
I started out poor
But not no more
Verse 4
Dm
Yeah, I fill up a cup with that red and I know it might
kill me (Hi- Tech Tech)
I throwed on the animal print and
it got me bougie
I sold my coke in the cold,
the sweater was Coogi
I can't forget my bros, we make a zoovie
I am not supposed to be fuckin' these bitches,
they jockin' my dick on the low
I got her on lean, woo,
I got her on beans, woo
She down to my team,
man, I'm cuttin' up a ring, man
Fully loaded magazines,
shout out to the gangland
And I can't even sleep
I been already geeked for seven days
Put the wood on that Banshee
I position her more than 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
Verse 5
Dm
Hi- tech Tech, yeah, yeah
Hi- tech Tech, yeah, yeah
Big ol' jet, yeah, yeah (big ol' jet)
Big ass TEC, yeah, yeah
Big ass bitch,
yeah, yeah (big ol' bitch)
Thick lil' shit, yeah, yeah
I'm gettin' my money,
yeah, yeah (Hi- Tech Tech)
I'm gettin' this rich, yeah, yeah
Hi- tech Tech
Hi- tech Tech,
Hi- Tech Tech (yeah, yeah)
Hi- tech Tech (yeah, yeah)
Hitek tek
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