CeeMenace - Hi-Tec lyrics

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CeeMenace - Hi-Tec lyrics

[HOOK]: Dirty sprite Hi-tec Rolling up them woods, got me higher than a jet We turn up so bad guess why these n***as they upset But we dont give a f**, we gone cut up, we gotta flex f**ing on his b**h, im s**ing on all up on her chest We pull up wit semis, dont give a f** about a vest b**hes so in love cause i done turnt up on the rest Running up a check Want beef, we coming at yo neck [VERSE]: Pull on yo block and we shooting like dice If you play me wrong then we gone take yo life And we strapped like the navy, so dick pick a fight Catch me a body, den i go book a flight Came from the dark, i just needed some light Go hit a lick if my pockets ain’t right Booking from 12, gotta get outta sight Smoking dat pressure, we running through lights Yo b**h want me to wife her, i swear she a eater Dick in her throat that sh** cut off her breathing You can’t catch me lacking i stay my heater And we running through woods just like we some beavers He on the net, tryna call me a tweeter Keep me away from yo b**h you dont want me to meet her She gone fall in love, can’t do nothing but eat her Hit ha wit da dick, she say its dat sleeper Turnt wit my gang yea we do what we do Thinking sh** sweet p**y go with yo move Pull on yo block and we strapped with them tools We gone leave his a** wet, like he fresh out the pool I couldn’t trust em cause he broke the rules OG told me stay down and you can’t be no fool Caught his a** lackin he thought we was cool Blew out his brains, shouldve paid up my dues [HOOK]: Dirty sprite Hi tec Rolling up them woods, got me higher than a jet We turn up so bad guess why these n***as they upset But we dont give a f**, we gone cut up, we gotta flex f**ing on his b**h, im s**ing on all up on her chest We pull up wit semis, dont give a f** about a vest b**hes so in love cause i done turnt up on the rest Running up a check Want beef, we coming at yo neck (Benji) : [VERSE] b**h we got the gas , and the tecs , and the sprite , gettin Money , f**ing b**hes , all damn night , test me wrong , b**h we upping on them pipes , take yo life, b**h we spinning broad day light , all my n***as , yea , we strapped up like sum dykes , I’m that n***a , you don’t know me , yea ight , Hi-Tec , sippin lean wit the sprite , break my wrist up in the kitchen all dam night Imma water whippin king Watch my wrist my sh** bling High tech wit the beam Get in a jam you’ll sing OTM play for keeps We got the brooms well sweep I ain’t never lackin n***a I always toat my heat [HOOK]: Dirty sprite Hi tec Rolling up them woods, got me higher than a jet We turn up so bad guess why these n***as they upset But we dont give a f**, we gone cut up, we gotta flex f**ing on his b**h, im s**ing on all up on her chest We pull up wit semis, dont give a f** about a vest b**hes so in love cause i done turnt up on the rest Running up a check Want beef, we coming at yo ne