Beam - HI TECH lyrics

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Beam - HI TECH lyrics

[Chorus: Valee] Small Gucci messenger bag $1210 for that, new Benz in black My b*tch 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 fu*ked that b*tch 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 [Verse 1: BEAM] 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 That cannon up like Wayne is back I painted 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? [Chorus: Valee] Small Gucci messenger bag $1210 for that, new Benz in black My b*tch 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 fu*ked that b*tch 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 [Verse 2: BEAM] 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 sh*t clean, it don't jam 513, boogie-man [Chorus: Valee] Small Gucci messenger bag $1210 for that, new Benz in black My b*tch 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 fu*ked that b*tch 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 [Outro] ChaseTheMoney ChaseTheMoney