HiTek Tek
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(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) Freeband Gang

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' my money, 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)

Overall Meaning

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

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[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)



All comments from YouTube:

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 πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯🀧🀧

Yehoshu'a ChicagoCubs2021

Them Fact's

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