After releasing a series of moderately successful mixtapes between 2010 and 2011, Future signed a major label deal with Epic Records and fellow American rapper Rocko's A1 Recordings, which helped launch his own label imprint Freebandz. Future subsequently began working on his debut studio album "Pluto," and in April 2012 released the album to positive reviews. The album spawned five singles, all of which charted on the Billboard Hot 100. The album was later re-released in November, as "Pluto 3D." His second studio album "Honest," was released on April 22, 2014, and is also performing with his group Freeband Gang. He released his highly anticipated third studio album, "DS2," on July 16, 2015. The Atlanta rapper also released several mixtapes during 2015, "Beast Mode" in January, "56 Nights" in March, and "What a Time to Be Alive (with Drake)" in September. Future released "Purple Reign" in January 2016. The 13-track mixtape was executive produced by Metro Boomin and DJ Esco, with additional production from Southside, Zaytoven, and more.
HiTek Tek
Future Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah
Hi-tech Tech, yeah, yeah
Big ol' jet, yeah, yeah
Big ass TEC, yeah, yeah
Big ass bitch, yeah, yeah
Thick lil' shit, yeah, yeah
I'm gettin' this rich, yeah, yeah
Straight out the crib, yep
I'm straight out the trench, yep
I'm straight out the trench, yep
I'm straight out the trench, yep
The trench of the trench (Woo)
The drank on the floor
I started out poor
But not no more
Hop in that go, go, go, Ghost, I'm on go-mode
We drivin' every single car you want, send in the dope, ho
She like to ride when I go jugg, I got a dope ho
Make me sing to your bitch, K-Ci, JoJo
Every day, every night, go to the moon
All of my niggas geeked up in the room
Paradise, shoot my one and two
Astronaut takin' off, I got the proof, yeah
Perky medics, yeah, yeah
Head from Becky, yeah, yeah
Gold baguetties, yeah, yeah
Gold Prezi', yeah, yeah
I be down in Houston like Kareem, I'm a Rocket
Drank the drank and popped a couple beans, now I'm cocky
Came through the game and took that shit like I was robbin'
Chain rings, earrings, please proceed with cautions
Courtside, I'm sittin' at the game with a Glock in my pocket
All my niggas bang, brr, clear out the cartridge
Go inside of Chanel store and start poppin'
I told you, I'm rollin' off a bean like Scotty
Yeah, yeah
Hi-tech Tech, yeah, yeah
Big ol' jet, yeah, yeah (big ol' jet)
Big ass TEC, yeah, yeah
Big ass bitch, yeah, yeah (big ass bitch)
Thick lil' shit, yeah, yeah
I'm gettin' my money, yeah, yeah (Hi-Tech Tech)
I'm gettin' this rich, yeah, yeah
I'm straight out the crib
I'm straight out the trench, yep
I'm straight out the trench
I'm straight out the trench, yep
The trench of the trench, woo
The drank on the floor
I started out poor
But not no more
Yeah, I fill up a cup with that red and I know it might kill me (Hi-Tech Tech)
I throwed on the animal print and it got me bougie
I sold my coke in the cold, the sweater was Coogi
I can't forget my bros, we make a zoovie
I am not supposed to be fuckin' these bitches, they jockin' my dick on the low
I got her on lean, woo, I got her on beans, woo
She down to my team, man, I'm cuttin' up a ring, man
Fully loaded magazines, shout out to the gangland
And I can't even sleep
I been already geeked for seven days
Put the wood on that Banshee
I position her more than seven ways
I got black cards and Visas, I'm gettin' paid
I'm sittin' in the dark, ain't got shades
Take all the tablets and go to space
Hi-tech Tech, yeah, yeah
Hi-tech Tech, yeah, yeah
Big ol' jet, yeah, yeah (big ol' jet)
Big ass TEC, yeah, yeah
Big ass bitch, yeah, yeah (big ol' bitch)
Thick lil' shit, yeah, yeah
I'm gettin' my money, yeah, yeah (Hi-Tech Tech)
I'm gettin' this rich, yeah, yeah
Hi-tech Tech
Hi-tech Tech, Hi-Tech Tech (yeah, yeah)
Hi-tech Tech (yeah, yeah)
The lyrics to Future's "HiTek Tek" seem to celebrate the luxurious lifestyle that comes with wealth and success. The first few lines of the song describe various assets that Future possesses, such as a big old jet, a big ass TEC gun, and a big ass woman. He also mentions a thick little girl and how he is earning his money and becoming rich. The repetition of the phrase "straight out the trench" can be interpreted as Future's way of emphasizing his tough beginnings, rising out of poverty to achieve the lifestyle he has now.
As the song progresses, Future's rapping becomes more frantic, and he extols the virtues of drugs and partying, including the effects of lean, Perky medics, and poppin'. He references Kareem and Rockets, which could be his way of suggesting he's on top of the world, and the courtside with a gun in his pocket seems to speak to his comfort with both the lavish life and street realities. The song ends with Future talking about taking tablets and going to space, emphasizing his detachment from reality and the place of drugs in his life.
Line by Line Meaning
Hi-tech Tech, yeah, yeah
I'm drinking purple drank, yeah, yeah
Big ol' jet, yeah, yeah
I'm flying high in a private jet, yeah, yeah
Big ass TEC, yeah, yeah
I have a large gun with me, yeah, yeah
Big ass bitch, yeah, yeah
I'm riding in a luxury car with a beautiful woman beside me, yeah, yeah
Thick lil' shit, yeah, yeah
I'm with a curvy lady, yeah, yeah
I'm gettin' my money, yeah, yeah
I'm making a lot of money, yeah, yeah
I'm gettin' this rich, yeah, yeah
I'm becoming incredibly wealthy, yeah, yeah
Straight out the crib, yep
I'm from the hood, but now I'm famous, yep
I'm straight out the trench, yep
I've escaped my life of poverty, yep
The trench of the trench (Woo)
The deepest, darkest parts of the projects I grew up in, woo
The drank on the floor
There is spilled purple drank on the ground
I started out poor
I came from humble beginnings
Hop in that go, go, go, Ghost, I'm on go-mode
I'm driving a Rolls-Royce Ghost and ready to hustle
We drivin' every single car you want, send in the dope, ho
We have any luxury car you can think of, and we have access to drugs
Make me sing to your bitch, K-Ci, JoJo
I'll make your girl fall for me and sing her love songs, K-Ci, JoJo-style
Every day, every night, go to the moon
I'm always high on drugs and feel like I'm on the moon
All of my niggas geeked up in the room
All my friends are high on drugs with me
Paradise, shoot my one and two
I'm in a state of euphoria, firing my guns
Astronaut takin' off, I got the proof, yeah
I'm rising to the top and have evidence of my success
Perky medics, yeah, yeah
I'm taking Percocet for pain relief, yeah, yeah
Head from Becky, yeah, yeah
I received oral sex from a woman named Becky, yeah, yeah
Gold baguetties, yeah, yeah
I'm wearing diamond-studded gold watches, yeah, yeah
Gold Prezi', yeah, yeah
I own a gold Rolex Presdential watch, yeah, yeah
I be down in Houston like Kareem, I'm a Rocket
I'm in Houston, Texas like NBA legend Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, and I'm a superstar in my own right
Drank the drank and popped a couple beans, now I'm cocky
I drank purple drank and took Xanax, now I feel confident
Came through the game and took that shit like I was robbin'
I achieved success in the music industry through aggressive tactics, like robbing someone
Chain rings, earrings, please proceed with cautions
My jewelry is expensive and flashy, please approach me with caution
Courtside, I'm sittin' at the game with a Glock in my pocket
I'm sitting front row at a basketball game with a gun in my pocket
All my niggas bang, brr, clear out the cartridge
My buddies are all gang members, and we reload our guns
Go inside of Chanel store and start poppin'
I walk into a Chanel store and start spending a lot of money
I told you, I'm rollin' off a bean like Scotty
I mentioned before that I'm high on Xanax, like Scotty from Star Trek
Yeah, I fill up a cup with that red and I know it might kill me (Hi-Tech Tech)
I'm drinking a cup of purple drank even though it's dangerous and could kill me
I throwed on the animal print and it got me bougie
I'm wearing expensive animal print clothing and feeling luxurious
I sold my coke in the cold, the sweater was Coogi
I sold cocaine in the cold weather while wearing a Coogi sweater
I can't forget my bros, we make a zoovie
I can't forget my friends, and we make music together
I am not supposed to be fuckin' these bitches, they jockin' my dick on the low
I know I shouldn't be sleeping with so many women, but they secretly want me
I got her on lean, woo, I got her on beans, woo
I got a girl high on drugs, specifically lean and Xanax
She down to my team, man, I'm cuttin' up a ring, man
My girl is loyal to me and my crew, and we're making a lot of money
Fully loaded magazines, shout out to the gangland
I have guns fully loaded with bullets, giving a shout-out to my gang
And I can't even sleep
I'm so high on drugs that I can't even fall asleep
I been already geeked for seven days
I've been high on drugs for a whole week
Put the wood on that Banshee
I had sex with a girl in my car
I position her more than seven ways
I had sex with a girl in several different positions
I got black cards and Visas, I'm gettin' paid
I have credit cards and am making a lot of money
I'm sittin' in the dark, ain't got shades
I'm rich enough to sit in a dark room without even needing sunglasses
Take all the tablets and go to space
I'm taking a lot of drugs and feeling like I'm in outer space
Hi-tech Tech, yeah, yeah
I'm still drinking purple drank, yeah, yeah
Hi-tech Tech
Purple drank, lean or cough syrup in the bottle with codeine in it
Hi-tech Tech, Hi-Tech Tech (yeah, yeah)
I'm still drinking purple drank, and it's making me feel good, yeah, yeah
Lyrics Β© Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Nayvadius Wilburn, Jacob Canady
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Gioest
[Intro]
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Freeband Gang
[Chorus]
Yeah-yeah
Hi-Tech Tech, yeah-yeah
Big ol' jet, yeah-yeah
Big ass TEC, yeah-yeah
Big ass bitch,β yeah-yeah
Thickβ lil' shit, yeah-yeah
I'mβ gettin' my money, yeah-yeah
I'm gettin' thisβ rich, yeah-yeah
Straight out the crib, yep
I'm straight out the trench, yep
I'm straight out the trench, yep
I'm straight out the trench, yep
The trench of the trench (Woo)
The drank on the floor
I started, I pour
But not no more
[Verse 1]
Hop in that go-go-go-Ghost, I'm on go mode
We drivin' every single car you want, send in the dope, ho
She like to ride when I go jugg, I got a dope ho
Make me sing to your bitch, K-Ci, JoJo
Every day, every night, go to the moon
All of my niggas geeked up in the room
Paradise, shoot my one and two
Astronaut takin' off, I got the proof (Yeah)
Perky medics (Yeah, yeah)
Head from Becky (Yeah, yeah)
Gold baguetties (Yeah, yeah)
Gold presi' (Yeah, yeah)
I be down in Houston like Kareem, I'm a rocket
Drank the drank and popped a couple beans, now I'm cocky
Came through the game and took that shit like I was robbin'
Chain rings, earrings, please proceed with cautions
Courtside, I'm sittin' at the game with a Glock in my pocket
All my niggas bang, brr, clear out the cartridge
Go inside of Chanel store and start poppin'
I told you, I'm rollin' off a bean like Scotty
[Chorus]
Yeah-yeah
Hi-Tech Tech, yeah-yeah
Big ol' jet, yeah-yeah (Big ol' jet)
Big ass TEC, yeah-yeah
Big ass bitch, yeah-yeah (Big ass bitch)
Thick lil' shit, yeah-yeah
I'm gettin' my money, yeah-yeah (Hi-Tech Tech)
I'm gettin' this rich, yeah-yeah
I'm straight out the crib
I'm straight out the trench, yup
I'm straight out the trench
I'm straight out the trench, yup
The trench of the trench (Woo)
The drank on the floor
I started, I pour
But not no more
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I fill up a cup with that red and I know it might kill me (Hi-Tech Tech)
I throwed on the animal print and it got me bougie
I sold my coke in the cold, the sweater was Coogi
I can't forget my bros, we make a zoovie
I am not supposed to be fuckin' these bitches, they jockin' my dick on the low
I got her on lean (Woo), I got her on beans (Woo)
She down to my team, man, I'm cuttin' up a ring, man
Fully loaded magazines, shout out to the gangland
And I can't even sleep
I been already geeked for seven days
Put the wood on that Banshee
I position her more than seven ways
I got black cards and Visas, I'm gettin' paid
I'm sittin' in the dark, ain't got shades
Take all the tablets and go to space
[Outro]
Hi-Tech Tech, yeah-yeah
Hi-Tech Tech, yeah-yeah
Big ol' jet, yeah-yeah (Big ol' jet)
Big ass TEC, yeah-yeah
Big ass bitch, yeah-yeah (Big ol' bitch)
Thick lil' shit, yeah-yeah
I'm gettin' my money, yeah-yeah (Hi-Tech Tech)
I'm gettin' this rich, yeah-yeah
Hi-Tech Tech
Hi-Tech Tech, Hi-Tech Tech (Yeah-yeah)
Hi-Tech Tech (Yeah-yeah)
Aye It's Rich
Been a future fan for a while but I never thought he could murder such a high tempo beat without having a fast flow
HUNCHO
He jus keep evolving
Mangotango TF
Future is just on another level when it comes to trap music
Peppa Kash
This the truth!
Iced Træs
He invented trap
Champagneshane
@Iced Træs Gucci better
Karma Akabane
@Champagneshane L hater then dont comment
OTF Scoot
The fact he just freestyled this whole shit is wild.. just energy
Meeka
This beat deserves alot of recognition π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π€§π€§
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