Hitech Demon

[Intro]
(Azure)
Yeah

[Chorus]
Yo-your punishment, you get sent down to hell, yeah (Boop-boop-boop)
I got too much bills and way too much clientele, yeah (Let's go)
Hangin' with straight demons, don't get crossed by the nail, yeah
Mix up straight codeine, pour up lean, don't know nothin' else, yeah
I wear Rick Owens jeans and my diamonds score like Steph, yeah (Rick Owens jeans)
Ask me what I need? I need you to kill yourself, yeah (Bitch, what I need)
Hi-Tech, please don't speed, I got illegal shit in here, yeah (Hi-Tech, please don't speed)

[Verse]
This bitch mad at me 'cause I keep spendin' on myself, yeah (This bitch mad at me)
Clean up your whole team, man, somebody get my belt, yeah (Clean up your whole team)
That boy mad at me, 'cause I get way too much mail, yeah (That boy mad at O)
Mama love me, 'cause her son can never fail, yeah (Yeah, yeah, go)
Opps be runnin', cutscene, no lack in the field, yeah (Yo, yo)
(No lack in the field, yeah) Throw too many bills, yeah (Boop-boop, boop-boop)
Automatic, fssh, yeah, tell me how that feel, yeah
Touchdown in the Creek, yeah, let's spin through the ville, yeah
Lil' bitch, just stand still, yeah, get hit with ten mil', uh (Oh yeah, get hit with ten mil', uh)

[Chorus]
Yo-your punishment, you get sent down to hell, yeah (Boop-boop-boop)
I got too much bills and way too much clientele, yeah (Let's go)
Hangin' with straight demons, don't get crossed by the nail, yeah
Mix up straight codeine, pour up lean, don't know nothin' else, yeah
I wear Rick Owens jeans and my diamonds score like Steph, yeah (Rick Owens jeans)
Ask me what I need? I need you to kill yourself, yeah (Bitch, what I need)
​Hi-Tech, please don't speed, I got illegal shit in here, yeah (Illegal shit in here, yeah)​​​​​​​