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Freeband Gang (Atl Jacob, Atl Jacob)Yeah-yeahhi-Tech Tech, yeah-yeahBig ol' jet, yeah-yeahBig ass Tec, yeah-yeahBig ass bitch, yeah-yeahThick lil' shit, yeah-yeahI'm gettin' my money, yeah-yeahI'm gettin' this rich, yeah-yeahStraight out the crib, yepI'm straight out the trench, yepI'm straight out the trench, yepI'm straight out the trench, yepThe trench of the trench (Woo)The drank on the floorI started, I pourBut not no moreHop in that go-go-go-Ghost, I'm on go modeWe drivin' every single car you want, send in the dope, hoShe like to ride when I go jugg, I got a dope hoMake me sing to your bitch, K-Ci, JojoEvery day, every night, go to the moonAll of my niggas geeked up in the roomParadise, shoot my one and twoAstronaut 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 rocketDrank the drank and popped a couple beans, now I'm cockyCame through the game and took that shit like I was robbin'Chain rings, earrings, please proceed with cautionsCourtside, I'm sittin' at the game with a Glock in my pocketAll my niggas bang, brr, clear out the cartridgeGo inside of Chanel store and start poppin'I told you, I'm rollin' off a bean like ScottyYeah-yeahHi-Tech Tech, yeah-yeahBig ol' jet, yeah-yeah (Big ol' jet)Big ass Tec, yeah-yeahBig ass bitch, yeah-yeah (Big ass bitch)Thick lil' shit, yeah-yeahI'm gettin' my money, yeah-yeah (Hi-Tech Tech)I'm gettin' this rich, yeah-yeahI'm straight out the cribI'm straight out the trench, yupI'm straight out the trenchI'm straight out the trench, yupThe trench of the trench (Woo)The drank on the floorI started, I pourBut not no moreYeah, 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 bougieI sold my coke in the cold, the sweater was CoogiI can't forget my bros, we make a zoovieI am not supposed to be fuckin' these bitches, they jockin' my dick on the lowI got her on lean (Woo) , I got her on beans (Woo)She down to my team, man, I'm cuttin' up a ring, manFully loaded magazines, shout out to the ganglandAnd I can't even sleepI been already geeked for seven daysPut the wood on that BansheeI position her more than seven waysI got black cards and Visas, I'm gettin' paidI'm sittin' in the dark, ain't got shadesTake all the tablets and go to spaceHi-Tech Tech, yeah-yeahHi-Tech Tech, yeah-yeahBig ol' jet, yeah-yeah (Big ol' jet)Big ass Tec, yeah-yeahBig ass bitch, yeah-yeah (Big ol' bitch)Thick lil' shit, yeah-yeahI'm gettin' my money, yeah-yeah (Hi-Tech Tech)I'm gettin' this rich, yeah-yeahHi-Tech TechHi-Tech Tech, Hi-Tech Tech (Yeah-yeah)Hi-Tech Tech (Yeah-yeah)
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