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Osamason - Hitech Demon Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
Do-don't come this way, man, you get sent down to hell, yeah (Boop-boop, boop-boop)
I got too much bales, and way too much clientele, yeah (Let's go)
Hangin' with straight demons, don't get crossed by lil' Nett', 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-Tеch, please don't speed)

[Verse]
This bitch mad at me 'causе I keep spendin' on myself, yeah (This bitch mad at me)
Clean up your whole team, man, somebody get my bail, 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', cut scene, 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)

[Chorus]
Do-don't come this way, man, you get sent down to hell, yeah (Boop-boop, boop-boop)
I got too much bales, and way too much clientele, yeah (Let's go)
Hangin' with straight demons, don't get crossed by lil' Nett', 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)