conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called HiTek Tek with the following description: On the ATL Jacob-produced “HiTek Tek,” Future checks off some familiar topics: his riches, women, and drug habits. The title is a reference to the latter, specifically to lean, a concoction of prescription cough syrup and soda.
  “HiTek” or “Tek” is a reference to Hi-Tech pharmaceuticals – a manufacturer of the cough syrup. The difference between HiTek cough syrup and that from other manufacturers – notably Activis – is color; Hi-Tek syrup is red, not purple. Future directly references this in the second verse.
  Future has also previously canvassed his habit for the opioid, especially on his 2014 track “Codeine Crazy” and 2015 album DS2 Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [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, 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, 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)