Tech (part. El More y Uzielito Mix)

Hey, my dude
How's it going with El Bogueto, ready to drop the track?
That's real gangster shit, my dog, prr

We were broke, but we never acted like we were poor
Look at me now, shining with my homie
I always get the girls excited when I sing to them
This flow is exquisite, you’ve seen me

And with the Tech crew, I always look fresh
I rock the chunky designer kicks, they’re skate
And with the Tech crew, I hop in the AMG
We’re dripping LV, we don’t wear Guess anymore
And with the Nike Tech, I always look fresh
I rock the chunky designer kicks, they’re skate
And with the Nike Tech, I hop in the AMG
We’re dripping LV, we don’t wear Guess anymore

Now we live stress-free
We’re blessed, we’re flexing
I don’t have to worry or wait for the monthly check
Diamond chain with VVS
I matched it with the Cartier
Just call me if it’s for business
I’m a millionaire and I didn’t sign (El More, prr)
Nike Tech, Nike Tech
I’m out here banging chicks from the TEC
From Monterrey before Conalep
I’m stacking up to get the Patek
Dollars, racks, the paper
I’m here to take it all, going for the cake
I’m tougher than that guy and Raquel
Hard as the frontón, expensive like paddle

Drip, drip, in the Hellcat I drift
Don’t call, there won’t be a feature
I’ve got your girl all set up
Took her to the mall, bought her Vuitton
She asked for color and I broke it down
She doesn’t want HyM, she wants Christian Dior
You’re not my love, you’re just my escort
Tell me, More, what’s the plan?
For Maestros Joyeros to set up VVS
Even if you vote, we’re not moving
Bring the GT3, I’ll be in the Benz
Chrome Hearts, Celine, Fashion Week
I didn’t see you, today I dropped the Nike Tech, I’m rocking Louis V

And with the Tech crew, I always look fresh
I rock the chunky designer kicks, they’re skate
And with the Tech crew, I hop in the AMG
We’re dripping LV, we don’t wear Guess anymore
And with the Nike Tech, I always look fresh
I rock the chunky designer kicks, they’re skate
And with the Nike Tech, I hop in the AMG
We’re dripping LV, we don’t wear Guess anymore

Nike Tech like Maduro
Wheeling on the cross Enduro
You guys are pups, I smoke you in a blunt
We were in the Urus, cruising through the hood
I leave them here, my dog, I don’t talk about weight

Bitch, do you like my swag?
The LV bag full of racks
The Mastercard, got cash to spend, got cash to flex
Thank God there’s nothing to worry about
Do you like my swag? Do you like my drip?
Do you like to suck? Get to sucking
I was born to win and to fuck your girl
Yeah, I was born to win
Bitch, do you like my swag? (Swag, swag, swag, swag), uh
Bitch, do you like my swag? (Swag, swag, swag, swag), woah
Bitch, do you like my swag? (Do you like my swag?), ha
Bitch, do you like my–? Do you like my swag, swag, swag?

The fine black guy with the most expensive chacal
Once again, I stop them in their tracks, prr
Hey, my dog
This is real gangster shit, my dude
Chacals in Paris, niggas in Mexico, prr
Hey, I’m with El Bo
The daddy of the chicks, haha
El More is also around, dropping heat and flow, what’s up?
Tell me, Uzielito
We’re in Madrid making hits
Tell me, SAI, tell me, SAI, tell me, SAIBU, brr