Dunk Lyrics

Hi-tech, up in my cup, Shack West, shoot with a pump

Hi-tech, up in my cup, Shack West, shoot with a jump

Lots of money, you know what my name is

Walking down the aisle, getting stopped cause I'm famous

You don't really know me, so you don't know what fame is

Whole lotta fish, I don't wanna get a basic

Highest in the room, but I'm the highest in the nation

GTA 6, you are wasted

Get out of my space, why are you so invasive

Stop stopping me, I am never leavin' traces (Get the fuck back)

Hit with a pump, little boy carry on

I got my bag and it is carry on

Bag on the bitch when I take off her thong

Smoke out the bitch like I'm hittin' a bomb

Bang on my chest when I leave, I am gone

It's a dark night, fall asleep after dawn

I got my money stacked high like Elon

Here by a chance, thanking God put me on

You get me dirty, but what have you done

Fill up the tank, pop the tops, then I run

I'ma go crazy, I'ma be number one

Chrome on my wheels, it gets hot as the sun

You're burnin' me out like a house under flame

She drove me crazy, I don't know her name

We came a long way, but look what we became

It's a little different, cause nothin' the same

High tech, up my cup

High tech, up my cup

High tech, up my cup

Shack Wes, shoot with a pump

High tech, up my cup

Shack Wes, shoot with a jump

Her drink, up my cup

These hoes, blockin' my dunk

Her drink, up my cup

These hoes, blockin' my pump

One shot, I gotta hit

If I don't hit, then I'll go hard as shit

If you don't hit, then you might just commit

Feel like Jumpman when I go and asssist

Dribble, dunk, slam, miss

All I make is smash hits

She said, you gon' smash this

I said, nah, pass, bitch

Up on the ceiling, I'm up on the wall

New Vans off of the wall

What's up in your cup? I'm tellin' 'em all

You got a new man? Well, he kinda small

No caller ID when I call

Forgot to drop, now he up in the fall

High tech, up my cup

Shack Wes, shoot with a pump

High tech, up my cup

Shaq Wes, shoot with a jump

Her drink, up my cup

These hoes, blockin' my dunk

Her drink, up my cup

These hoes, blockin' my pump

Takin' her home and she havin' my kid

If he come out, then I'm right off the grid

Opps comin', we gotta hide

Romeo, Juliet, Bonnie, and Clyde

Look at the stories we have from behind

Fairytale fables left for you and I

You say no, eye for an eye

That's not for the gang, no, that's not how we slide