Getem Tech - Tonight

Ooh, Getem Tech
Ooh, Getem Tech
Yeah, I just hopped off the interstate
Baby, T said he just got the mudda load
Don't want no smoke like you just cleaned the chimney out
Say you want war ain't got time for no hear me out
Just hit a lick got my jits goin' in and out
You say you with it, let's see what you really about
All of my niggas tote sticks like we Gretzky
Boe that lil' bitch out, I hit it aggressive
Dropped a few racks on my wrist and my necklace
I hit the party, that shit gon' be epic
That ain't no pack, I got runts in my section
I ain't even drive, pulled up in a Tesla
Just gotta give it direction, next one
Dis for my bro down the road, ain't no let up
Never fall out bout no hoes, I can't sweat em
Really plugged in on them bo's, what you need
Free Morn G till it backwards
Dirty said he need a truck load, my nigga cut throat
Say he want three for the Draco, really came up with my day ones
Only smoke A1, I'm sippin' syrup, no Karo
Ju make a play, then he lay low, Got shooters like Halo
Yo bitch pussy smell bout a day old
Still want me to fuck, she won't stay gone
Drop off the pack on her ass then I'm gone
Niggas stay comin' up short like a gnome
Stay callin' me, cause I'm never at home
Yea, this shit sweet like a Nestle
I'ma just slide in yo bitch like a jet ski
Bitch, I'm a dog, you can't even pet me
Quit all that Kappin', you should join a step team
Ain't gotta like me, but you gon' respect me
If you want Tech, gon' cost you a lite fee, damn
I just left the Texaco, two packs of Swisher's
I pull up, they gon' take a picture, yeah
She tellin' her boyfriend she don't fuck with me
He ain't around I'm a hit her, damn
They wanna pay for the walkthrough
I got that stick on me, case its a issue, yea
Run up these bands got no track shoes
I'm tryna ball, you don't know what I been thru, damn
I just left the Texaco, two packs of Swisher's
I pull up, they gon' take a picture, yeah
She tellin' her boyfriend she don't fuck with me
He ain't around I'm a hit her, damn
They wanna pay for the walkthrough
I got that stick on me, case its a issue, yea
Run up these bands got no track shoes
I'm tryna ball, you don't know what I been thru, damn
I got two badd bitches twearkin, got so much ass it might hurt me
I got a bag know, they thirsty
I can spend somethin' you worth it
Bounce on that dick and work it
Know you feel it, no need to get nervous
Know your nigga at home do the Urkel
She on that dick with no hands, no mercy
You just rehearsal
I'm in the spot with my drink and I'm vibin
They know we winnin', can't help the shit obvious
Sayin' your sack up ain't seein' no profit
I'm like Lamar with these hoes, I got options
Rietam rasta
Run with the mob, but we don't eat no pasta
Pockets on swole, now I walk with a hard limp
We On Point, I gotta keep me a carbon, yea, yea
I just left the Texaco, two packs of Swisher's
I pull up, they gon' take a picture, yeah
She tellin' her boyfriend she don't fuck with me
He ain't around I'm a hit her, damn
They wanna pay for the walkthrough
I got that stick on me, case its a issue, yea
Run up these bands got no track shoes
I'm tryna ball, you don't know what I been thru, damn
I just left the Texaco, two packs of Swisher's
I pull up, they gon' take a picture, yeah
She tellin' her boyfriend she don't fuck with me
He ain't around I'm a hit her, damn
They wanna pay for the walkthrough
I got that stick on me, case its a issue, yea
Run up these bands got no track shoes
I'm tryna ball, you don't know what I been thru, damn
Ooh, Getem, Tech

Written by:
Malcolm Guyton

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