Trap Tech ft. Mac Heem Lyrics

Trap nigga I'm on some tech shit

Spent $20k on my necklace

Damn I feel bad for my ex bitch

Oh well pop out with my next bitch

Mane I thank God for my shooters

Hit the block making plays out a Uber

This a FN we don't do the Rugers

One false move & them demons gone do ya

I'm in this bitch with lil Holly

They know we locked in for life

Quick to go catch me a body

Don't care if it's wrong or it's right

These diamonds hit up in the night

I ride with more straps than a dyke

Out the mix I don't care 'bout the hype

Niggas talk but they really be nice

Trap tech trap tech trap check I'm in the trap going fed

We got gas drank percs molly all kinda meds

Young nigga run off with my sack we gone fill 'em with lead

Your traphouse ain't doing no numbers go get you some bread

I hear voices they all in my head

They be telling me run up them racks

They be telling me flip all these packs

They be telling me buy some more straps

I keep one eye open like CBS

Trap 24/seven like CVS

Got a worker who ship it through UPS

One call & my shooter gone do the rest

I'm in this hoe with Mac heem

I sip the yak & I chase it with lean

Why would I chase me a hoe

I'm chasing this money & chasing my dreams

Young trap tech nigga racks poke out my jeans

Pulled up on the plug in a limousine

Traphouse jumping hard like trampoline

Trap nigga I'm on some tech shit

Spent $20k on my necklace

Damn I feel bad for my ex bitch

Oh well pop out with my next bitch

Mane I thank God for my shooters

Hit the block making plays out a Uber

This a FN we don't do the Rugers

One false move & them demons gone do ya

I'm in this bitch with lil Holly

They know we locked in for life

Quick to go catch me a body

Don't care if it's wrong or it's right

These diamonds hit up in the night

I ride with more straps than a dyke

Out the mix I don't care 'bout the hype

Niggas talk but they really be nice