Hi-Tek Love Chicken P

[Intro]
(Turn up, Rich)
(Damn, Boom made this?)

[Verse 1]
I was real throwed
Hit what's-her-name in the Trackhawk on Mill Road
She don’t love me, she like how I put this dick on her
I fucked her, told her that I love her, then I dipped on her
Like, bitch, I'm gone
Right now, I feel like Soulja Boy, bae, kiss me through the phone
Right now I'm on the road a thousand miles away from home and I miss you
Love when I’m in the studio and get them naked pictures
Told me hit you when I'm lonely, so I'm on my way to get you
And fuck that nigga you been fuckin' with, ain't got no sympathy
He ain't gon' hit you like I fuck you, girl, that pussy meant for me
It's mines
Can’t spend the type of time you want me to ’cause I be grindin'
Don’t like to say, "I love you," when I do, you think I'm lyin'
I'm off a four leanin’, she on the low creepin'
I'm hittin' her while the phone ringin'
I'm in that pussy playin' crazy, got my bitch waitin'
If I go broke, she'll still fuck me like I'm rich, baby
Listen to me, girl, I'm just sayin'

[Chorus]
I ain't a regular nigga, I'm a Hi-Tech thug
Get off that drank, get in my feelings, let's make Hi-Tech love
Bae, keep this shit discreet, I got a Hi-Tech buzz
Ridin', choppin' it with my bros like I'm in love with all my hoes
I'm in Hi-Tech love, ooh
I'm in Hi-Tech love with her, her, and you
I'm in Hi-Tech love, ooh
In love with my main bitch and all my side hoes too
I'm in Hi-Tech love, ooh
I tell all my hoes, "All I want is you"
I tell all my hoes, "All I want is you"
I tell all my hoes, "All I want is you"