Dunk Him 2

Uh, big drop shit, nigga

Uh, uh, he heard part one

So we can't dunk on pageant lane, send him to the V

Ain't project buildings, but we stoppin

Every car come through the street

Speak on my sta, left him deceased

Hop out at Stores and go catch Bs

Make a bad bitch, take him on a walk

Leave blood all on the leaves

But he stuck right to the pavement

Bout lil' bruh, B.S.G. Chasin

Inviting fakers to the block

With brand new kits so we can take em

Servin drop up in the trenches

Duckin' fed time, but I'm with it

All this cap inside my city

Like they slid ain caught a fitted

Chase for what? Bitch, chase for who?

Real Tappers never use they feet

Respect around the City

Niggas lower they tone

Whenever they speakin' on M.G

Face card too good

So I just had to send lil' bruh to do it

Don't come around, throwin' that M

If you ain't stamped, this shit deeper than music

Too many niggas out here dying

So I keep my fire

You ain't gon' catch me loafin

We on the block

We ain't seen that car before

Go get up on it

Still bail out cars

And hit the door with my shoulder

You know my name

I wear Rx Everywhere

nobody tried

They know I'ma tap that brain

See through 50 broke

Broke on Lowest Memba

From blowin the button

Shit, I know a nigga

Got a gun, he shootin' in the air

Damn, near bought it for nun

Tried to wop in his bitch ass

Ain't pull up

But I already knew he was pluckin

Told G-22 daily

Jimmy Butler

Bounce out, get a bucket

I knew that shit weren't right

And I still did it

Been livin' like fuck it

Just took 12 on the chase