[Lyric] Tech (LW6 X CP6)

[pre intro]
Smith inspired me to to do this shit
But I ain't talking Weston
Talking 357
But when it comes to the west
We be talkin wild like central
Cos you see me out here its fucking mental


[intro]
Smith inspired me to to do this shit
But I ain't talking Weston
Talking 357
Going clickidy bapidy bap
But when it comes to the west
We be talkin wild like central
Cos you see me out here its fucking mental
Right now Im in my ment
All these bars I be spittin
Don't just come from fucking quttin
(no)

[verse 1]
Going for the flow you isn't a bro
Chattin more shit but you making no dough
No bitch no flow so you run on the go
Wat can I say ill be the on drinking that chardonnay
Ay going for the triple
But I mеan those battery charges
Blowin shit up no ira
If it was an еye for an eye
The whole world would be blind
So I urge you to bear in mind
That
If you fucking strike me ill strike again
Don't even try to say amen
No peace when you chat shit
Cause you is a bitch
And just a tiny piece of the puzzle
Bitch with a bad temper wear a
Muzzle I'm so puzzled
Carrying the scene for the muscle
And for the hustle so call me fucking russel
Under the radar call it tunnelin
You ain't finna get out
Of the choke you in
Smack to the head
Call it heroin
We ain't going nowhere
So you better just settle in
6 foot 2 no 5 9 royce
But with the cullinan
Or maybe the roly
The man out here
Be sleeping on me
Get caught lackin
By walking slowly


[Chorus]
All my boys pull up In tech
Pullin up in grey blue and red
Comin from the front right and left
The music now be goin widespread
Bitch on her knees givin me head
Call me k 18 cos I took those legs
I be puttin effort in for the bread
While I be drippin with tech on the leg
(hoe)


[verse 2]
Step out in drip
Fuck that hop in the car
Run down the road
You won't make it that far
So I'm spitting again
Putting pad to the pen
Hop on the mic like Eminem
Soon we be going big no Shaq
You ain't taking no Mac 11 or 12
Cause you're a fuckin pedo R Kelly
But not MGK
Cause the rumor is diggas a groomer
Man got no strap
Man love to chat
Man love to cap
Do it so much
They wear the top hat
Fuck It
Im takin the rap out the back
Then I pree to attack
Between me and you
Theres a gap
You know im runnin laps
Then I takeout the map
To see my location
I ain't here startin scraps
It's just you being impatient
The words flowing like a tap
Right into tunes like a basin
They avoiding the facts like its tax
You can get done for evasion
Ye know
I don't give a shit
What you're saying to me
Cause you come to the booth
And lie on beats
And you hardly try
To keep it discrete
But you know right now
I'm out to defeat

[Chorus]
All my boys pull up in tech
Pullin up in grey blue and red
Comin from the front right and left
The music now be goin widespread
Bitch on her knees givin me head
Call me k 18 cos I took those legs
I be puttin effort in for the bread
While I be drippin with tech on the leg
(hoe)


[verse 3]
Tech fleece, no goose
One shot to you, its abuse
Stop prayin, I ain't zeus
Don't try take it, it in use
I don't give a fuck
Bitch on her knees givin uck
Them man on Graf, already struck
They must have not prayed for luck
Cause the Goose got fleeced
One shot, two shot, three
End up deceased