Tech Lyrics

This came to me in the sky

I wonder why

I'll tell you why

Cause I'm fly

I ain't even had to

I stroll through my mind

When I need inspiration

You know how my fiends been waiting

Drop shit I got em ventilating

Here's one hear it through your station

I give y'all fly shit

Y'all can't knock it till you try

All up in yo eye

That shit talk got my fingers itching

Yea I do the writing but got niggas trippin

Watch yo mouth you could end up missing

If you think they wild wait till I start trippin

Have yo hands clenched after one night mission

Imma always shine with the Mike I'm Pippen

Niggas know that

And I'm finna hit the road Jack

I do this for the scrapers, the doormats

The Rari's, the Benz's, the Caddy's on fo' flats

Even yo baby moms love how O rap

I said yo baby moms love how O rap

She told me don't stop spitting she ain't wet

I flipped scripts and them bitches interjected

Soon yours would be running thinking that she next

But she not I'm disrespectful

And then I popped her top

Her intellect is to die for

Long throat go to like 5'4

Would've hated it the scene was an eye sore

I seen you coming bitch I know what you ride for

And she could handle it I know what you ride for, it's pitiful

But I like it though

Aye Aye

Yea this the one