HI TECH Lyrics by BEAM (feat. Valee)
Small Gucci messenger bag
$1210 for that, new Benz in black
My bitch ain’t sayin a thing, you whack
Run up, get whacked, don’t sip Hi Tech
Everything I got in my crib high tech
New whip high tech, no miles on that
Don’t care ’bout that, ash on my mat
I fucked that bitch and I did real good
Pat on my back, grey Off White hat
This not out yet, it’s not in Saks
I pour codeine and I did real good
It’s dark night black, I night night that
I iced my wrist, it’s bright like that
She made it twerk on the D, real good
I high five that, my signal whack
I Wi-Fi that, she been tried that
Blasian princess, my Mulan
My loot play it back, my tie’s in that
Touch her, get castorized for that
I kill for that, I get real good at blasting that
Now count it up like Wayne is back
I plated that, X amount, Jamaican flag
I told you I got real, real good at blasting that
Flashin’ back your best friend and her boyfriend want a threesome
No, I’m ashin’ that
You touch her, cutting fingers off our résumé
Some molly in black, I captain that
I care a lot, I’m taking out opps
Like nap, nap, nap, in an all matte black
John Doe, who’s that?
Small Gucci messenger bag
$1210 for that, new Benz in black
My bitch ain’t sayin a thing, you whack
Run up, get whacked, don’t sip Hi Tech
Everything I got in my crib high tech
New whip high tech, no miles on that
Don’t care ’bout that, ash on my mat
I fucked that bitch and I did real good
Pat on my back, grey Off White hat
This not out yet, it’s not in Saks
I pour codeine and I did real good
It’s dark night black, I night night that
I iced my wrist, it’s bright like that
She made it twerk on the D, real good
I high five that, my signal whack
I Wi-Fi that, she been tried that
Celly keep on ringing, man I’m inning, selling, bidding
From beginning, winning, all from swinging, swishing
Grave yard pissing, money dancing, singing
Hi Tech showers, Elon Musk, I spend so much
He must be printing, sinning, Lord forgive me, he forgiving
I need bling, yellow bling, yellow ting, Funyun ring
She look Beijing, cross me once she get the sting
Its nothing to give ching ching to my mans
It go “ring” from his hands
Keep shit clean, it don’t jam
513, boogie-man
Small Gucci messenger bag
$1210 for that, new Benz in black
My bitch ain’t sayin a thing, you whack
Run up, get whacked, don’t sip Hi Tech
Everything I got in my crib high tech
New whip high tech, no miles on that
Don’t care ’bout that, ash on my mat
I fucked that bitch and I did real good
Pat on my back, grey Off White hat
This not out yet, it’s not in Saks
I pour codeine and I did real good
It’s dark night black, I night night that
I iced my wrist, it’s bright like that
She made it twerk on the D, real good
I high five that, my signal whack
I Wi-Fi that, she been tried that
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