Lyrics Dunk - Cole Myer

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