High Tech, Gelato
Riding 'round town in a steamer
Bad lil bitch name Tina
Cut her off quick
Iont need her
I cannot f*ck with you niggas
I do not f*ck with you niggas
Im in the cut
With them killers
We count a bunch of them figures
High Tech, Gelato
Riding 'round town in a steamer
Bad lil bitch name Tina
Cut her off quick
Iont need her
I cannot f*ck with you niggas
I do not f*ck with you niggas
Im in the cut
With them killers
We count a bunch of them figures
I cop me a zip pronto
Then I go hit the strip
For a Fronto
Hit the shift
Then im dodging the potholes
Smoking room full of hoes
At Econos
Yeah , these Forgiatos
Bought my bitch
Some Vanessa Alfaro
Up to get it
I feel like Alonzo
Take a trip
Now im back to Chicago
Yeah Yeah
I roll in the hood
Aint got a stick
Imma roll in a wood
Pack touched down
And you know that its good
Im good where I go
Imma post where you couldnt
Still on the block
Imma post where I should
New baby drac
See the grain in the wood
My money real straight
Like a plank if its wood
Yeah Yeahh
Cop me a P and im plugged
All these bitches
They showing me love
Got these niggas that want to be thugs
Caught a body
Im feelin' like Suge
Fly to LA
To get me some bud
Shordy buggin
She wanting a hug
Feel Like 'Yo
Bitch im showing no love
High Tech, Gelato
Riding 'round town in a steamer
Bad lil bitch name Tina
Cut her off quick
Iont need her
I cannot f*ck with you niggas
I do not f*ck with you niggas
Im in the cut
With them killers
We count a bunch of them figures
High Tech, Gelato
Riding 'round town in a steamer
Bad lil bitch name Tina
Cut her off quick
Iont need her
I cannot f*ck with you niggas
I do not f*ck with you niggas
Im in the cut
With them killers
We count a bunch of them figures
Bring me 7 grams
In a Fronto
ASAP
I need that pronto
Folks beat a nigga like a congo
We aint servin' niggas through the front door
Work came in on a cargo
Bitch I got sauce like prego
These niggas fags like Marlo
And that cost a bag
Need a barcode
That aint yo bitch she bussin
Boy that aint lean
Thats tussin
You aint gettin money
You nothin'
Nigga quit doing that wolfin
You aint smoking gas
Thats Huck-a-bee
These lil niggas cant f*ck with me
Beat a niggas ass
Like 1-2-3
And I got cash thats all on me
And Im getting fat
It aint hard to tell
OG the pack
It aint hard to smell
Niggas be thinking they hard as hell
Niggas aint got no heart for real
High Tech , Gelato
Ridin' round town
Swervin potholes
I aint got shit for no thot hoes
And I got cheese like nachos
High Tech, Gelato
Riding 'round town in a steamer
Bad lil bitch name Tina
Cut her off quick
Iont need her
I cannot f*ck with you niggas
I do not f*ck with you niggas
Im in the cut
With them killers
We count a bunch of them figures
High Tech, Gelato
Riding 'round town in a steamer
Bad lil bitch name Tina
Cut her off quick
Iont need her
I cannot f*ck with you niggas
I do not f*ck with you niggas
Im in the cut
With them killers
We count a bunch of them figures
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High Tech, Gelato
Riding 'round town in a steamer
Bad lil bitch name Tina
Cut her off quick
Iont need her
I cannot f*ck with you niggas
I do not f*ck with you niggas
Im in the cut
With them killers
We count a bunch of them figures
High Tech, Gelato
Riding 'round town in a steamer
Bad lil bitch name Tina
Cut her off quick
Iont need her
I cannot f*ck with you niggas
I do not f*ck with you niggas
Im in the cut
With them killers
We count a bunch of them figures
I cop me a zip pronto
Then I go hit the strip
For a Fronto
Hit the shift
Then im dodging the potholes
Smoking room full of hoes
At Econos
Yeah , these Forgiatos
Bought my bitch
Some Vanessa Alfaro
Up to get it
I feel like Alonzo
Take a trip
Now im back to Chicago
Yeah Yeah
I roll in the hood
Aint got a stick
Imma roll in a wood
Pack touched down
And you know that its good
Im good where I go
Imma post where you couldnt
Still on the block
Imma post where I should
New baby drac
See the grain in the wood
My money real straight
Like a plank if its wood
Yeah Yeahh
Cop me a P and im plugged
All these bitches
They showing me love
Got these niggas that want to be thugs
Caught a body
Im feelin' like Suge
Fly to LA
To get me some bud
Shordy buggin
She wanting a hug
Feel Like 'Yo
Bitch im showing no love
High Tech, Gelato
Riding 'round town in a steamer
Bad lil bitch name Tina
Cut her off quick
Iont need her
I cannot f*ck with you niggas
I do not f*ck with you niggas
Im in the cut
With them killers
We count a bunch of them figures
High Tech, Gelato
Riding 'round town in a steamer
Bad lil bitch name Tina
Cut her off quick
Iont need her
I cannot f*ck with you niggas
I do not f*ck with you niggas
Im in the cut
With them killers
We count a bunch of them figures
Bring me 7 grams
In a Fronto
ASAP
I need that pronto
Folks beat a nigga like a congo
We aint servin' niggas through the front door
Work came in on a cargo
Bitch I got sauce like prego
These niggas fags like Marlo
And that cost a bag
Need a barcode
That aint yo bitch she bussin
Boy that aint lean
Thats tussin
You aint gettin money
You nothin'
Nigga quit doing that wolfin
You aint smoking gas
Thats Huck-a-bee
These lil niggas cant f*ck with me
Beat a niggas ass
Like 1-2-3
And I got cash thats all on me
And Im getting fat
It aint hard to tell
OG the pack
It aint hard to smell
Niggas be thinking they hard as hell
Niggas aint got no heart for real
High Tech , Gelato
Ridin' round town
Swervin potholes
I aint got shit for no thot hoes
And I got cheese like nachos
High Tech, Gelato
Riding 'round town in a steamer
Bad lil bitch name Tina
Cut her off quick
Iont need her
I cannot f*ck with you niggas
I do not f*ck with you niggas
Im in the cut
With them killers
We count a bunch of them figures
High Tech, Gelato
Riding 'round town in a steamer
Bad lil bitch name Tina
Cut her off quick
Iont need her
I cannot f*ck with you niggas
I do not f*ck with you niggas
Im in the cut
With them killers
We count a bunch of them figures
Riding 'round town in a steamer
Bad lil bitch name Tina
Cut her off quick
Iont need her
I cannot f*ck with you niggas
I do not f*ck with you niggas
Im in the cut
With them killers
We count a bunch of them figures
High Tech, Gelato
Riding 'round town in a steamer
Bad lil bitch name Tina
Cut her off quick
Iont need her
I cannot f*ck with you niggas
I do not f*ck with you niggas
Im in the cut
With them killers
We count a bunch of them figures
I cop me a zip pronto
Then I go hit the strip
For a Fronto
Hit the shift
Then im dodging the potholes
Smoking room full of hoes
At Econos
Yeah , these Forgiatos
Bought my bitch
Some Vanessa Alfaro
Up to get it
I feel like Alonzo
Take a trip
Now im back to Chicago
Yeah Yeah
I roll in the hood
Aint got a stick
Imma roll in a wood
Pack touched down
And you know that its good
Im good where I go
Imma post where you couldnt
Still on the block
Imma post where I should
New baby drac
See the grain in the wood
My money real straight
Like a plank if its wood
Yeah Yeahh
Cop me a P and im plugged
All these bitches
They showing me love
Got these niggas that want to be thugs
Caught a body
Im feelin' like Suge
Fly to LA
To get me some bud
Shordy buggin
She wanting a hug
Feel Like 'Yo
Bitch im showing no love
High Tech, Gelato
Riding 'round town in a steamer
Bad lil bitch name Tina
Cut her off quick
Iont need her
I cannot f*ck with you niggas
I do not f*ck with you niggas
Im in the cut
With them killers
We count a bunch of them figures
High Tech, Gelato
Riding 'round town in a steamer
Bad lil bitch name Tina
Cut her off quick
Iont need her
I cannot f*ck with you niggas
I do not f*ck with you niggas
Im in the cut
With them killers
We count a bunch of them figures
Bring me 7 grams
In a Fronto
ASAP
I need that pronto
Folks beat a nigga like a congo
We aint servin' niggas through the front door
Work came in on a cargo
Bitch I got sauce like prego
These niggas fags like Marlo
And that cost a bag
Need a barcode
That aint yo bitch she bussin
Boy that aint lean
Thats tussin
You aint gettin money
You nothin'
Nigga quit doing that wolfin
You aint smoking gas
Thats Huck-a-bee
These lil niggas cant f*ck with me
Beat a niggas ass
Like 1-2-3
And I got cash thats all on me
And Im getting fat
It aint hard to tell
OG the pack
It aint hard to smell
Niggas be thinking they hard as hell
Niggas aint got no heart for real
High Tech , Gelato
Ridin' round town
Swervin potholes
I aint got shit for no thot hoes
And I got cheese like nachos
High Tech, Gelato
Riding 'round town in a steamer
Bad lil bitch name Tina
Cut her off quick
Iont need her
I cannot f*ck with you niggas
I do not f*ck with you niggas
Im in the cut
With them killers
We count a bunch of them figures
High Tech, Gelato
Riding 'round town in a steamer
Bad lil bitch name Tina
Cut her off quick
Iont need her
I cannot f*ck with you niggas
I do not f*ck with you niggas
Im in the cut
With them killers
We count a bunch of them figures
Writer: Kyle Jackson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid