Hi-Tech (feat. oko)

Uh, I know you hate me

I know you hate to see my win, yuh

Bad bitch tatt my name like I′m her fuckin' kin, yuh

Selling, flipping, since a lil kid

I been tryna get it in

My bitch trip off sedatives

Buy out the whip, you renting it

Fifty Cent, she got many men

But I′d bet fifty racks that you not one of 'em

Broke bro

I put the game in a chokehold

Bro jack swag while I take hoes

Hi-Tech pouring on a Hi-Tech pole

Blacked out closet, you'd think this shit anemic

And my bitch psychotic, steady tripping for no reason

I bought a whip I don′t gotta put the keys in

Switch sides when you broke, god damn that′s treason

How you ain't fuck with me then but you fuck with me now

And you′re telling me