Lyrics:

Freeband Gang

Yeah-yeahHi-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, I pour
But not no more

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 presi` (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

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, yup
I`m straight out the trench
I`m straight out the trench, yup
The trench of the trench (Woo)
The drank on the floor
I started, I pour
But not no more

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
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)