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Old Tech
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Old Tech was released on March 6, 2020 by Tech as a part of the album Old Tech - Single
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Release DateMarch 6, 2020
LabelTech
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
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, Mixing Engineer
Adam Said
Adam Said
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

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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