HiTek Tek
 作词 : Nayvadius Wilburn/Jacob Canady
 作曲 : Nayvadius Wilburn/Jacob Canady
 ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob (For real gang)
 HiTek Tek, yeah-yeah
 Big ol' jet, yeah-yeah
 Big-ass TEC, yeah-yeah
 Big-ass *****, yeah-yeah
 Thick lil' shit, yeah-yeah
 I'm gettin' my money, yeah-yeah
 I'm gettin' this rich, yeah-yeah
 Straight out the crib, yep
 I'm straight out the trench, yep
 I'm straight out the trench, yep
 I'm straight out the trench, yep
 The trench of the trench (Woo)
 The drank on the floor
 I started to pour, but not no more
 Hop in that go-go-go, Ghost, I'm on go mode
 We drivin' every single car you want, send in the dog, oh
 She like to ride when I go jugg, I got a dog, ho
 To your *****, can't see Jo-Jo
 Every day, every night, go to the moon
 All my *****s geeked up in the room
 Paradise, one and two
 Astronaut takin' 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 drank and popped a couple beans, now I'm ****y
 Came through the game and took that shit like I was robbin'
 Chain , please proceed with cautious
 Court side, I'm sittin' at the game with a Glock in my pocket
 All my *****s bang (Brr) clean out the country
 Go inside of Chanel store and start poppin'
 Told you, I'm rollin' off a bean like Scotty, yeah-yeah
 HiTek Tek, yeah-yeah
 Big ol' jet, yeah-yeah
 Big-ass TEC, yeah-yeah
 Big-ass *****, yeah-yeah
 Thick lil' shit, yeah-yeah
 I'm gettin' my money, yeah-yeah
 I'm gettin' this rich, yeah-yeah
 Straight out the crib, yeah-yeah
 I'm straight out the trench, yep
 I'm straight out the trench, yep
 I'm straight out the trench, yep
 The trench of the trench (Woo)
 The drank on the floor
 I started to pour, but not no more
 I fill up a cup with that red and I know it might kill me (HiTek Tek)
 I throw down the animal and it got me boujee
 I sold my coke in the car and the sweater sweater was Coogi
 I can't forget my bros, we make zoovie
 I am not supposed to be ****in' these *******, they suckin' my **** on the low
 I got her on lean (Woo), I got her on beans (Woo)
 She down to my team and I'm cuttin' up, man
 Fully loaded magazines, shoutout to the gang, man
 And I can't even sleep, I for seven days
 Put a 'Wood on that back shit, I position her more that seven ways
 I got black cards and Visas, I'm gettin' paid
 I'm sittin' in the dark, ain't got shades
 Take all the tablets and go to space
 HiTek Tek, yeah-yeah
 HiTek Tek, yeah-yeah
 Big ol' jet, yeah-yeah
 Big-ass TEC, yeah-yeah
 Big-ass *****, yeah-yeah
 Thick lil' shit, yeah-yeah
 I'm gettin' my money, yeah-yeah
 I'm gettin' this rich, yeah-yeah
 HiTek Tek
 HiTek Tek, yeah-yeah (HiTek Tek)
 HiTek Tek, yeah-yeah (HiTek Tek)