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Old Tech
162
Hip-Hop/Rap
Old Tech wurde am 6. März 2020 von Tech als Teil des Albums Old Tech - Single veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum6. März 2020
LabelTech
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM80

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tech
Tech
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Mitchell
Justin Mitchell
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cotton Candy Caleb
Cotton Candy Caleb
Producer
Thairiff Fugate
Thairiff Fugate
Recording Engineer
Adam Said
Adam Said
Mixing Engineer

Songtexte

Yeah, I'm back to the old Tech ****
Man, I swear you can't hold that ****
And you know I won't fold lil' ****
How you got picked and you told lil' ****
Back to the old Tech
**** they talking that shit but they no threat
She give me mata, I told her I want no sex
I got the bullets you know that I throw that
She got the ass and you know that she throwback
**** I ball but I shoot like I'm Novak
It is old Tech but it feel like a throwback
Fuck all the P.O's
Free all my **** they fucking the C.O's
I pop a perc and you know it's a 3-0
I roll a L and it's shooting like 3-0
With my amigos
Feel like St. Nick cause I got me the three hoes
I gotta' stick to the G code
You got the lean? Let me know
You want a 8th? Get a deemo
I got the thotties, amigas
She know that I will not eat her
Fuck her and then I delete her
I will not buy her no sneakers
It is five thou' a feature
Swift in a Inf', he don't fuck with the Beamer
She say I'm mean, baby I will get meaner
What is her name? I think it's Amina
Oh wait, it is Alicia
Play with the keys and I feel like Alicia
I got some money and now I look cleaner
I got the tech, I don't fuck with the nina
I do not fuck with these **** they cap
Bitch it's old Tech so you know it's a black
Score like Amad when he throw up the hat
Not in my prime but I love all my hats
You got ya' nine **** keep it a stack
Beef about hoes but it's never bout' racks
**** they dying so I cannot lack
Talk about them but I know you a rat
It is no cap when I'm fucking that bitch and I hit from the back
**** they talking that shit but I pull on yo' block ****, I got the strap
Oh, you want smoke, I'll give you some or you get a smack
Smoking the mota, smoking the gas
She want a son but I am not Nash
With Chris Cash
Got three hoes and they all bad
You got songs but they all sad
Fuck the opps know they all mad
I'm in a Benz and I switch to the Jag'
I put two hundred, yeah all on a dash
I'm off the lean but I swear I won't crash
And if I do, then I die with the racks
Fuck me a freak hoe
I bust it open it's easy like free throws
She try to find me but I am not Nemo
I am the best do you get the memo, memo
I feel like Suge, yeah I put em' on Death Row
I got the racks so I go to the Menlo
I got the ruler, yeah I got extendo
Look at the score it is like 10-0
You want a feature **** N-O
Go off the top, I dont fuck with the pen though
She is a thottie, I told her to bend oh'
What's up with ya' friend though
They cannot stop me, I feel like I'm Thanos
I see an opp so you know that it's case closed
My name is Tech but I move with the Draco
Old Tech back
Feel like I'm Harden when I step back
You want beef? We won't dead that
It is on sight, you could bet that
Old Tech back
Feel like I'm Harden when I step back
You want beef? We won't dead that
It is on sight, you could bet that
Old Tech back
Written by: Justin Mitchell
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