Music Video
Future - HiTek Tek (Audio)
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Jacob Canady
Songwriter
Omar Guetfa
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ATL Jacob
Producer
Eric Manco
Mixing Engineer
Omar Guetfa
Producer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob (Freeband gang)
[Chorus]
Yeah-yeah
HiTek Tek, yeah-yeah
Big ole jet, yeah-yeah
Big ass TEC, yeah-yeah
Big ass bitch, yeah-yeah
Thick lil' shit, yeah-yeah
I'm getting my money, yeah-yeah
I'm getting this rich, yeah-yeah
Straight out the crib, yeah
I'm straight out the trench, yeah
I'm straight out the trench, yeah
I'm straight out the trench, yeah
The trench of the trenches (Ooh)
The drank on the floor
I started, I pour
But not no more
[Verse 1]
Hop in that go-go-go-Ghost, I'm on go-mode
We driving every single car you want, send in the dope, ho
She like to ride when I go jugg, I got a dope ho
Make me sing to your bitch, K-Ci, JoJo
Every day, every night, go to the moon
All my **** geeked up in the room
Paradise, shoot my one and two
Astronaut taking off, I got the proof, yeah
Perky medics, yeah-yeah
Head from Becky, yeah-yeah
Gold baguetties, yeah-yeah
Gold presi', yeah-yeah
I be down in Houston like Kareem, I'm a Rocket
Drank the drink and popped a couple beans, now I'm cocky
Came through the game and took that shit like I was robbin'
Chain, rings, earrings, please proceed with caution
Courtside, I'm sittin' at the game with a Glock in my pocket
All my **** bang, brrrt, clear out the cartridge
Go inside a Chanel store and start poppin'
I told you, I'm rolling off a bean, like Scotty
[Chorus]
Yeah-yeah
HiTek Tek, yeah-yeah
Big ole jet, yeah-yeah
Big ass TEC, yeah-yeah
Big ass bitch, yeah-yeah
Thick lil shit, yeah-yeah
I'm getting my money, yeah-yeah (HiTek Tek)
I'm getting this rich, yeah-yeah
Straight out the crib
I'm straight out the trench, yeah
I'm straight out the trench
I'm straight out the trench, yeah
The trench of the trenches (Ooh)
The drank on the floor
I started, I pour
But not no more
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I filled up that cup with that red and I know it might kill me (HiTek Tek)
I throwed on the animal print and it got me bougie
I sold my coke in the car, the sweater was Coogi
I can't forget my bros, we make a zoovie
I am not supposed to be fucking these bitches, they jocking my dick, on the low
I got her on lean, woo, I got her on beans, woo
She down to my team, man, I'm cuttin' up a ring, man
Fully loaded magazine, shout out to the gangland
And I can't even sleep
I been already geeked for seven days
Put the wood on that Banshee
I position her more than seven ways
I got black cards and Visas, I'm getting paid
I'm sitting in the dark, ain't got shades
Take all the tablets and go to space
[Chorus]
HiTek Tek
Yeah-yeah
HiTek Tek, yeah-yeah
Big ole jet, yeah-yeah (Big ole jet)
Big ass TEC, yeah-yeah
Big ass bitch, yeah-yeah (Big ass bitch)
Thick lil' shit, yeah-yeah
I'm getting my money, yeah-yeah (HiTek Tek)
I'm getting this rich, yeah-yeah
[Outro]
HiTek Tek
HiTek Tek, yeah-yeah (HiTek Tek)
HiTek Tek (Yeah-yeah)
Written by: Jacob Canady, Nayvadius Wilburn, Omar Guetfa
