"Hi-Tech" lyrics

Nigga you so poor, me and you can't relate
I'm the type to buy a eight, then take it to the face
You dumb bitch, I'm a boss, I could never be replaced
I might order lamb chops or I might just get a steak
Bitch why you on my ass, I ain't tryna see your face
My phone ringing right now, I'll call you when I'm on my way
I'm Baby Smoove on the song that's the only way it's played
I can go to LV and drop a bag any day
Petty nigga hitting dog, I got phones on the way
Bro niggas cliquing up, it's just me and Ben Frank
You will always be broke, boy some shit will never change
Smoking turtle pot now, it's like something [?]
Whatchu made this year, I just spent that in two days
I got Cartier lenses on my white Cartier
You run your mouth too much, you will never be paid
And I still don't give a fuck about who with me and who ain't

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Pull up on a nigga block, we gon make him move away