Hightech Level lyrics

[Chorus: Dody6]
I shoot this sh*t at a high tech level
Defenition of evil, you would think I was a devil
I'm finna bust down my neck, all beggettes
[?] buck 40 [?]
[?] don't get scratched
Tryna impress that lil b*tch, you gon' get pressed
I shoot this sh*t at a high tech level
Defenition of evil, you would think I was a devil
I'm finna bust down my neck, all beggettes
[?] buck 40 [?]
[?] don't get scratched
Tryna impress that lil b*tch, you gon' get pressed

[Verse 1: Ralfy the Plug]
That lil BBL job, ain't finna impress him
My diamonds on my neck, ice froze, you go jetsking
Your b*tch a good girl, but she gon' let me hit
Probably won't see another dollar, once you let me get it
[?] half a cheese burger, that's me being generous
Still getting the biggest bag, 'cause I'm not a beginner, deer
A room full of boss, don't let them bumm n*ggas get in here
[?] at the end of the year
You say who dropped a tape? I wasn't awhere
Drop kick with this [?] if you run up [?]
On the plug with no blamer, I wouldn't double dare you
[?] blue tips, and they not sparing you
The Plug
[Chorus: Dody6]
I shoot this sh*t at a high tech level
Defenition of evil, you would think I was a devil
I'm finna bust down my neck, all beggettes
[?] buck 40 [?]
[?] don't get scratched
Tryna impress that lil b*tch, you gon' get pressed
I shoot this sh*t at a high tech level
Defenition of evil, you would think I was a devil
I'm finna bust down my neck, all beggettes
[?] buck 40 [?]
[?] don't get scratched
Tryna impress that lil b*tch, you gon' get pressed

[Verse 2: T.0wee]
He got pressed [?] pressed his luck with hood rats
[?] feeling sick, 'cause she don't wanna send the jug back
Make a left and leave him stretched, if he [?]
That's besides the point, I might take that n*gga [?] and go pick a choice
You ain't [?] Glock, baby, what's the point?
He already sold a b*tch problems, I just want the [?]
[?] headache, you ain't f*cking up this [?] 'cause you not important
A high tech b*tch [?] she ain't into [?]
Level up or sit down [?]
This pus*y n*gga talking 'bout being evil with no clique now
I see way too many people, where's my stick now?
She wants me to go, I ain't even put the di*k down
[Verse 3: Blue Pesos]
2023, it's 'bout time for the Crips now
A hundred in a coupe, get [?] with the [?]
[?] that's what n*ggas get for staring at me
Opps in my DMs, [?]
Off a four, mud walking, Jack and Jill with me
Party, we got mud and guns, and it's plenty b*tches
Sneak dissing, na, n*gga, snuffed in the club
You gotta pay to get in, and they ain't pay, that's the [?]
[?] in my lungs
[?] you need to take it to the dump
Goddamn it, it's a [?] b*tch, I'm in a rush
n*ggas'll risk it all, for a b*tch they don't know
I got two [?] on the floor
[?] rappers still get it out the [?]
Cold devil in my ear, like it's dough behind this door
You ain't really tryna see me, then, b*tch, let me go