HI TECH BEAM (Ft. Valee)

[Chorus: 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

[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?