Hi-Tech lyrics

[Verse]
n*gga you so poor, me and you can't relate
I'm the type to buy a eight, then take it to the face
You dumb b*tch, I'm a boss, I could never be replaced
I might order lamb chops or I might just get a steak
b*tch why you on my ass, I ain't tryna see your face
My phone ringing right now, I'll call you when I'm on my way
I'm Baby Smoove on the song that's the only way it's played
I can go to LV and drop a bag any day
Petty n*gga hitting dog, I got phones on the way
Bro n*ggas cliquing up, it's just me and Ben Frank
You will always be broke, boy some sh*t will never change
Smoking turtle pot now, it's like something [?]
Whatchu made this year, I just spent that in two days
I got Cartier lenses on my white Cartier
You run your mouth too much, you will never be paid
And I still don't give a f*ck about who with me and who ain't

[Outro]
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Pull up on a n*gga block, we gon make him move away