Songtexte Hi-Tek - KITO S4N

Bitch got too much baggage Hold up
Car so fast might crash it Hol up

Bitch said that she hate me huh
Money make hoe do gymnastics on me

I might pull up no mask on Buddy
Stay with my twin my slizzy my cuttie

Yall niggas getting repetitive homie
Rapping like LUCKI repetitive homie

Spaz on these niggas one time
Cause niggas still think they got

A lil chance with me cuttie

Bitch I be sick asfc bitch I be sleep with a 40 (Yea-yea-yea)

Real va-mp I been up since 3 in the morning (Hu-hu-hu)

Burberry my jeans yall niggas can't fw me cuttie
(Che-Che-Che)

Fuk what they say they know
That lil kito the coldest (Yea-yea-yea)

Don't call my government
Please don't try act like You know me

Thought I told ya
Hi-tek in my kiss

I'm in the paradox homie
Don't try me lil bitch I might glitch

Roth gon end u niggas
Just told yall Lil bitch

I'm in the paradox homie
Don't try me lil bitch I might glitch (Che,hu)
Bitch u not popin like this (Che)

I got chrome heart right on my wrist (Yuh)
Bitch u not popin like this

Bitch u not popin like this

Whole gang know ima glitch
Know ima crash on that bih

Know ima crash on that bih
That's why I ride wit a 40 a switch

Bitch u not popin like
Bitch u not popin like this (Hu)

Money make hoe do gymnastics on me (Che)

I knat sleep u lucky I passed on Brody
(Yuh)

Burberry my jeans yall niggas can't
Fw me cuttie

Yea