No Tech lyrics

Woah, let's get it, yeah
*Gibbo*

(Hook: 279tyler)
Choppa let it spit leave his white shirt red
Hahaha I think it's funny how I left him dead
Pop a xanax like it was f*cking pez
Call my Glock a pencil 'cause it's always full of led
Huh, yeah I know you not getting bread
I know you talking to feds
Bad b*tch with big breasts
I was in her mouth like I was crest
So high I don't even know what I said
Talking down on me then guess you are next
Wockhardt in my cup this ain't no Tech

(Verse One: Luxi)
Sippin' on wock not no tech
Walk in the bank give me a check
Off of the perc she giving me neck
Steal all the percs while she in my bed
Glock with a beam and that b*tch red
He DM me I left it on read
Asking me questions I think he the feds
Ran off on the plug he sent me a text
Playing with us we gone put you to rest
Off of this perc feel that b*tch in my chest
Saving that hoe got an S on your chest
You kissing that b*tch after she gave me neck
Her pus*y stink and you still gave her head
Her pus*y stink she can't get in my crib
Walk in her house then b*tch how you live
Trashy as hell and it smell like sh*t
Walk right out had to catch me a lick
Bro pulled up we was loading up clips
How you pull up you ain't got no whip
Ran off with this pack now I face a zip
Pop me a perc this just a ten
Got a bad b*tch and she a ten
I was f*cking on her and her friend
But I had to dip to get some bands
(Hook: 279tyler)
Choppa let it spit leave his white shirt red
Hahaha I think it's funny how I left him dead
Pop a xanax like it was f*cking pez
Call my Glock a pencil 'cause it's always full of led
Huh, yeah I know you not getting bread
I know you talking to feds
Bad b*tch with big breasts
I was in her mouth like I was crest
So high I don't even know what I said
Talking down on me then guess you are next
Wockhardt in my cup this ain't no Tech

(Verse Two: DripGod Loo)
You know my gang gone chase the bands
With your shawty off the xans
He think he bro he a fan
Grab his pack and then I ran
So damn high like where I am?
Keep the glick that sh*t go bam
I'm with Ty we gonna scam
Luxi strapped up with the jam
Tote the glick that b*tch gone blow
IDB you want no smoke
Got the demons they no joke
Flippin' sacks yeah we not broke
I could never love a hoe
Cause in a night she gotta go
Yo f*ck a wife I need the dough
Need the bread we gotta glo
Toting that glick and that sh*t got a beam
sh*t gotta pop if you pull up on me
This sh*t is wock we sippin' that lean
Roll up a wood it's stuffed up with tree
They cannot trap and keep it lowkey
I got the strap and I'm letting it free
I got a b*tch and she love LSD
Pull up with gang we pull up left deep
I'm with you bae and she givin' me head
He want the fame and I want the bread
Don't say my name 'cause I don't got no friends
We bussin' your brains we do not play pretend
Pull out the blick and we put him to rest
I f*cked that b*tch now that b*tch is a mess
I been surviving this sh*t through finesse
That boy been talking then he gone get pressed

(Hook: 279tyler)
Choppa let it spit leave his white shirt red
Hahaha I think it's funny how I left him dead
Pop a xanax like it was f*cking pez
Call my Glock a pencil 'cause it's always full of led
Huh, yeah I know you not getting bread
I know you talking to feds
Bad b*tch with big breasts
I was in her mouth like I was crest
So high I don't even know what I said
Talking down on me then guess you are next
Wockhardt in my cup this ain't no Tech