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no tech - 279tyler lyrics

woah, let’s get it, yeah
*gibbo*

(hook: 279tyler)
choppa let it spit leave his white shirt red
hahaha i think it’s funny how i left him dead
pop a xanax like it was f*cking pez
call my glock a pencil ’cause it’s always full of led
huh, yeah i know you not getting bread
i know you talking to feds
bad b*tch with big br**sts
i was in her mouth like i was crest
so high i don’t even know what i said
talking down on me then guess you are next
wockhardt in my cup this ain’t no tech

(verse one: luxi)
sippin’ on wock not no tech
walk in the bank give me a check
off of the perc she giving me neck
steal all the percs while she in my bed
glock with a beam and that b*tch red
he dm me i left it on read
asking me questions i think he the feds
ran off on the plug he sent me a text
playing with us we gone put you to rest
off of this perc feel that b*tch in my chest
saving that hoe got an s on your chest
you kissing that b*tch after she gave me neck
her p*ssy stink and you still gave her head
her p*ssy stink she can’t get in my crib
walk in her house then b*tch how you live
trashy as h*ll and it smell like sh*t
walk right out had to catch me a l!ck
bro pulled up we was loading up clips
how you pull up you ain’t got no whip
ran off with this pack now i face a zip
pop me a perc this just a ten
got a bad b*tch and she a ten
i was f*cking on her and her friend
but i had to dip to get some bands

(hook: 279tyler)
choppa let it spit leave his white shirt red
hahaha i think it’s funny how i left him dead
pop a xanax like it was f*cking pez
call my glock a pencil ’cause it’s always full of led
huh, yeah i know you not getting bread
i know you talking to feds
bad b*tch with big br**sts
i was in her mouth like i was crest
so high i don’t even know what i said
talking down on me then guess you are next
wockhardt in my cup this ain’t no tech

(verse two: dripgod loo)
you know my gang gone chase the bands
with your shawty off the xans
he think he bro he a fan
grab his pack and then i ran
so d*mn high like where i am?
keep the gl!ck that sh*t go bam
i’m with ty we gonna scam
luxi strapped up with the jam
tote the gl!ck that b*tch gone blow
idb you want no smoke
got the demons they no joke
flippin’ sacks yeah we not broke
i could never love a hoe
cause in a night she gotta go
yo f*ck a wife i need the dough
need the bread we gotta glo
toting that gl!ck and that sh*t got a beam
sh*t gotta pop if you pull up on me
this sh*t is wock we sippin’ that lean
roll up a wood it’s stuffed up with tree
they cannot trap and keep it lowkey
i got the strap and i’m letting it free
i got a b*tch and she love lsd
pull up with gang we pull up left deep
i’m with you bae and she givin’ me head
he want the fame and i want the bread
don’t say my name ’cause i don’t got no friends
we bussin’ your brains we do not play pretend
pull out the bl!ck and we put him to rest
i f*cked that b*tch now that b*tch is a mess
i been surviving this sh*t through finesse
that boy been talking then he gone get pressed

(hook: 279tyler)
choppa let it spit leave his white shirt red
hahaha i think it’s funny how i left him dead
pop a xanax like it was f*cking pez
call my glock a pencil ’cause it’s always full of led
huh, yeah i know you not getting bread
i know you talking to feds
bad b*tch with big br**sts
i was in her mouth like i was crest
so high i don’t even know what i said
talking down on me then guess you are next
wockhardt in my cup this ain’t no tech

- 279tyler lyrics

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