Juice WRLD - Hi-Tech Talk lyrics

This that Kel Tec talk
Y'all ain't even know what's finna happen
You know? Ayy (yeah)

This that Kel Tec talk (Oh, yeah)
This that Hi Tech talk (Oh, yeah)
I can't stand up right now (Oh, yeah)
This that Hi Tech walk (Oh, yeah)
I'm too high to talk (Oh, yeah)
I gotta rap it off (Oh, yeah)
I'm too raw to dog her (Oh, yeah)
I gotta wrap it up (Oh, yeah)
This that Kel Tec talk (Oh, yeah)
This that Hi Tech talk (Oh, yeah)
Can't stand up right now (Let's go)
This that Hi Tech walk (Oh, yeah)
I'm too high to talk (Oh, yeah)
I gotta rap it off (Oh, yeah)
I'm too raw to dog her raw (Oh, yeah)
I gotta wrap it up (Oh, yeah)

My nigga aiming too accurate when
He shooting out the Acura (Ya dig)
I shot his mans in his face
Now him and his friends mad at us (Ya dig)
They call me cheat code, I'm in the studio
They can't fathom us (Ya dig)
Do I look like a basketball to
You? You can't handle us (Ya dig)
Pay me what you owe, if not
Bullet in yo' skull (Uh)
Glizzy make him dance, Jiga, Jiga, Jigalow
(Grrah, grrah, uh)
I ain't come to throw no hands
What this trigger for
Pour up a eight then hit this money dance
I ain't sippin' 4's (Uh)
She made a porn with the kid
Put it in my vlog (Uh)
I done fell in love with the pill
It been that way for so long
I told that bitch that she
Can't wear a thong
Where the fuck else is we hiding the coke?
I heard yo' niggas was still up in jail
They takin' turns while they
Droppin' the soap

This that Kel Tec talk (Oh, yeah)
This that Hi Tech talk (Oh, yeah)
I can't stand up right now (Oh, yeah)
This that Hi Tech walk (Oh, yeah)
I'm too high to talk (Oh, yeah)
I gotta rap it off (Oh, yeah)
I'm too raw to dog her (Oh, yeah)
I gotta wrap it up (Oh, yeah)
This that Kel Tec talk (Oh, yeah)
This that Hi Tech talk (Oh, yeah)
Can't stand up right now (Let's go)
This that Hi Tech walk (Oh, yeah)
I'm too high to talk (Oh, yeah)
I gotta rap it off (Oh, yeah)
I'm too raw to dog her raw (Oh, yeah)
I gotta wrap it up (Oh, yeah)

Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, shoot at me
They clap back
Santa Claus with these broads
Come and sit on my lap
I fucked your broad, it's all my fault
I ain't mean to do that
Titty on the gun, the barrel low
Aimin' where your crew at
Its been a wave, wavy niggas like a durag
You a slave, kill your ass where the noose at
Misbehave, I've been bad ever
Since food stamps
Skate on this block, I feel like Tony Hawk
I'ma hit on the corner like a Skate ramp
Oh, don't get involved
Bitch, I'm a boss, plus I'm a dog
Up that chopper, break your nigga face
Then I'm gon' break your lil'
Back like a law
Hit up his block, shot him just because
223 right through the jaw
MP3's all in her phone
"Lucid Dreams" her favorite song

This that Kel Tec talk (Oh, yeah)
This that Hi Tech talk (Oh, yeah)
I can't stand up right now (Oh, yeah)
This that Hi Tech walk (Oh, yeah)
I'm too high to talk (Oh, yeah)
I gotta rap it off (Oh, yeah)
I'm too raw to dog her (Oh, yeah)
I gotta wrap it up (Oh, yeah)
This that Kel Tec talk (Oh, yeah)
This that Hi Tech talk (Oh, yeah)
Can't stand up right now (Let's go)
This that Hi Tech walk (Oh, yeah)
I'm too high to talk (Oh, yeah)
I gotta rap it off (Oh, yeah)
I'm too raw to dog her raw (Oh, yeah)
I gotta wrap it up (Oh, yeah)