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Neptune - hi-t3ch Lyrics



Neptune - hi-t3ch Lyrics
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Chop the top off of the bentley no driving it
SRT a red-key got no mileage
Straight off the lot and im swerving thru Highland
Duece of the hi-tech
Red cup somebody died in it
Taking a line and she f*cked up her sinus
Pink ass molly
Sanrio high wit it
Visit her house you know im finna slide in it
Murder that pussy im upping the crime wit it
Spin thru yo hood
Lower the prices
Smoke straight gas
Im feeling righteous
Xanax killing me im feeling lifeless
But i still pour up a four in my sprite
Different for minute maid i do a pint
Lookin at my bitch like "you'll be alright"
Slide on his block from 11 to 5
Brand new teeth
F*ck with me imma bite n shit
My bitch got vtmnts tats on her thigh
Red on his shirt and he thought it was dye
Red on his shirt and i knew he wont shoot again
Me n bro high getting powers like supermen
Aint roddy rich but im counting some bluer bands
Diamonds on icey my wrist like the hoover dam
Count all my money and stack it
Im standing on top of my money im going 5'2 again
F*ck miscalculated i meant 6'2
I got some shooters they pull up and hit u
She f*cked me once now she saying i miss u
Miss who?
Gotta be kidding me i been thru
Wit u hoe, my life that simple
Imma rock that rental
I aint driving it
I aint drivin that shit, what the f-ffffff
Chop the top off of the bentley no driving it
SRT a red-key got no mileage
Straight off the lot and im swerving thru Highland
Duece of the hi-tech
Red cup somebody died in it
Taking a line and she f*cked up her sinus
Pink ass molly
Sanrio high wit it
Visit her house you know im finna slide in it
Murder that pussy im upping the crime wit it
Im rockstar made cuz my pops is a great
She in love wit dick cuz this bitch need a taste
She down for whatever we snuck out the date
Extended my clip she extended the tape
Tote me a stick yea i keep me a K
Feelin like ye cuz im next to a drac
Feel like ye cuz im next to a great
Making these moves since 2008
Born in '09 and im live till the grave
Stay wit designer im rocking the frames
Stay w luh soulja i been in teh studio
Im in the crib but i keep me a toolie tho
I been a savage im feeling like nudy tho
Cant trust a bitch like im bktherula tho
And shit
Cant a bitch trust me anyways
I dont have side bitches i got like 20 mains
She super freaky this bitch go like 20 ways
Sippin hi-tech and i was gone for 20 days
Rockin whatever js know that its never lame
Unlike some niggas who just peep my style
If you lookin too hard watch the seat recline
Catch a nigga lackin he might die
F*ck
Whatever
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Chop the top off of the bentley no driving it
SRT a red-key got no mileage
Straight off the lot and im swerving thru Highland
Duece of the hi-tech
Red cup somebody died in it
Taking a line and she f*cked up her sinus
Pink ass molly
Sanrio high wit it
Visit her house you know im finna slide in it
Murder that pussy im upping the crime wit it
Spin thru yo hood
Lower the prices
Smoke straight gas
Im feeling righteous
Xanax killing me im feeling lifeless
But i still pour up a four in my sprite
Different for minute maid i do a pint
Lookin at my bitch like "you'll be alright"
Slide on his block from 11 to 5
Brand new teeth
F*ck with me imma bite n shit
My bitch got vtmnts tats on her thigh
Red on his shirt and he thought it was dye
Red on his shirt and i knew he wont shoot again
Me n bro high getting powers like supermen
Aint roddy rich but im counting some bluer bands
Diamonds on icey my wrist like the hoover dam
Count all my money and stack it
Im standing on top of my money im going 5'2 again
F*ck miscalculated i meant 6'2
I got some shooters they pull up and hit u
She f*cked me once now she saying i miss u
Miss who?
Gotta be kidding me i been thru
Wit u hoe, my life that simple
Imma rock that rental
I aint driving it
I aint drivin that shit, what the f-ffffff
Chop the top off of the bentley no driving it
SRT a red-key got no mileage
Straight off the lot and im swerving thru Highland
Duece of the hi-tech
Red cup somebody died in it
Taking a line and she f*cked up her sinus
Pink ass molly
Sanrio high wit it
Visit her house you know im finna slide in it
Murder that pussy im upping the crime wit it
Im rockstar made cuz my pops is a great
She in love wit dick cuz this bitch need a taste
She down for whatever we snuck out the date
Extended my clip she extended the tape
Tote me a stick yea i keep me a K
Feelin like ye cuz im next to a drac
Feel like ye cuz im next to a great
Making these moves since 2008
Born in '09 and im live till the grave
Stay wit designer im rocking the frames
Stay w luh soulja i been in teh studio
Im in the crib but i keep me a toolie tho
I been a savage im feeling like nudy tho
Cant trust a bitch like im bktherula tho
And shit
Cant a bitch trust me anyways
I dont have side bitches i got like 20 mains
She super freaky this bitch go like 20 ways
Sippin hi-tech and i was gone for 20 days
Rockin whatever js know that its never lame
Unlike some niggas who just peep my style
If you lookin too hard watch the seat recline
Catch a nigga lackin he might die
F*ck
Whatever
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Writer: Kaden Noel
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Language: English
Length: 2:13
Written by: Kaden Noel

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