Tech Lyrics (English Translation) – El Bogueto

[Intro]
Hey, my boy what’s up
El Bogueto, to blast this track?
That’s how it is, gangster style, my dog, prr

[Verse 1]
We were broke, but we were never weak
Look at me now crowned with my little bro
When I sing to these hoes I always get them hyped
This flow is so delicious — you know you’ve seen me

[Chorus]

And with the Tech fit I always look fresh
I drip it with chunky designer skates
And with the Tech fit I hop in the AMG
We drip Louis V, ’round here we don’t rock Guess
And with the Nike Tech I always look fresh
I drip it with chunky designer skates
And with the Nike Tech I hop in the AMG
We drip Louis V, ’round here we don’t rock Guess

[Verse 1]
Now we live free of stress
We’re blessed, we’re flexing
I don’t gotta worry or wait for payday
Diamond chain with VVS
I matched it up with my Cartiers
Just call me if it’s business
I’m a millionaire and I didn’t sign (El More, prr)

[Verse 2]
Nike Tech, Nike Tech
I’m hustling these girls from the TEC
From Monterrey before Conalep
I’m generating to cop the Patek
Dollars, racks — the paper
I roll up, drink it down, chase that cake

I’m harder than that and Raquel
Bro like the fronton, expensive like padel

[Verse 3]
Drip, drip, in the Hellcat I do a drift
Don’t call, there won’t be a feature
Fully fixed up, I got your b!tch
Took her to the mall, bought her Vuitton
She wanted color, so I split it up
She don’t want H&M, she wants Christian Dior
You ain’t my love, you’re just my escort
Tell me, More, what we gotta do?
To the Master Jewelers, set the VVS
Not even if you vote we’ll stop moving
Bring the GT3, I’m in the Mercedes-Benz
Chrome Hearts, Celine, Fashion Week
I didn’t see you, now I dropped the Nike Tech, I’m in Louis V

[Chorus]
And with the Tech fit I always look fresh
I drip it with chunky designer skates
And with the Tech fit I hop in the AMG
We drip Louis V, ’round here we don’t rock Guess
And with the Nike Tech I always look fresh
I drip it with chunky designer skates
And with the Nike Tech I hop in the AMG
We drip Louis V, ’round here we don’t rock Guess

[Verse 4]
Nike Tech like Maduro
Wheeling on the cross Enduro
You all are pups, I smoke you like a joint
Rolling in the Urus, through the hood I move with ’em
I leave ’em here, my dog, I don’t waste words

[Verse 5]
B-B!tch, you like my swag?
The LV bag packed with racks
The Mastercard, got money to spend, to flex
Thank God I ain’t got nothing to worry about
You like my swag?
You like my drip?
You like to suck? Go ahead and suck
I was born to win and fu*k your chick
Yeah, I was born to win
B!tch, you like my swag? (Swag, swag, swag, swag), ayy
B!tch, you like my swag? (Swag, swag, swag, swag), woah
B!tch, you like my swag? (You like my swag?), ha
B!tch, you like my—? You like my swag, swag, swag?

[Outro]
The fine dark one next to the priciest jackal
Once again I shut ’em down, prr
Hey, my dog
This is gangster, my boy
Jackals in Paris, n!ggas in Mexico, prr
Hey I’m with El Bo
The papa of the little chicks, haha
Also El More’s out here throwing 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