Hi-Tek (yhappojj diss) Lyrics

Bitch, I feel great, made a whole lot of money today

You know my gang tote ks

For that pussy boy yhappojj

We done hit his boys in the face, Bitch, I'm going up with the greatest

Everybody fucking with my latest

I'm in a lamb truck no you can't stop it

AP on my wrist, but it's prada on my body

Move too fast, but the feds won't stop it

Water on my wrist like it's dripping from a faucet

Bitch, you know that I'm stuntin in Burberry jeans

Your girl is a ho, she gon' fuck with the team

Like LeBron my boys gon slide 6 deeps

Told yo lil ass, don't fuck with me

223s, and ARPs

I don't hang with Crips and Bloods, but everybody hang with me

I heard he was talking down on Gang, he hangin' from a tree

We done went to war with bro, but now he tryna ask for peace

LV, Audemar Piguet, and Prada bitch, I feel so clean

Poppin' Percocets and drinkin water, I can't feel my feet

I just smoked an ounce, out the blunt, all I see is green

We gon' play the chorus once again, what the fuck you mean

Bitch, I feel great, made a whole lot of money today

You know my gang tote ks

For that pussy boy yhappojj

We done hit his boys in the face, Bitch, I'm going up with the greatest

Everybody fucking with my latest

I got two new watches, bitch, so I can tell the time

I got two bad bitches, can't tell which one's mine

This bitch a 10 outta 10 tell she a dime, gotta tell her every time

Just spilt high tec, I would've been so pissed if it was wok

I've been drinking all damn day, bitch, I can't even walk