R.I.P Slim Dunkin

R.I.P Slim Dunkin This for my ni*** Dunk, he gone The squad really miss you! Aha! What's up, Slim? This for my ni*** Dunk, he gone, I really miss you When you died, man, a part of me died, too! This for my ni*** for you know, I really miss you! You're locked up; I'm feeling like I'm doing time too! It's for my momma, mom, you know I wanna kiss you And every time I go to jail, she doing time, too (damn!) This for my ni***, for you know, I really miss you And every time you're doing time, I'm doing time too! Aha, time too, time too Time too, time too Gucci Mane, time too, time too Time too, time too Time too, time too And I tell that, play up, time too, time too! After the rumor on the internet that Gucci locked up Everybody getting heavy, wanna see me fuc*** up Soon as I touched down, my man got locked up Gucci back on the ground and his money back up When I pull up to the club, gotta bring a brinks truck Yeah, you're getting good money, but not balling like us You can even see my Rolly, all these fifty pints up Make them bite that bitch town just to fix it back up Man, I miss my ni*** Dunk so much, I'd dig his ass up If I could bring his ass back, I would dig his ass up We would really go to sleep, we were balling so much BSM and 1017, third game, we stand up Remember Flocka was my goon, now he ran his mills up I feel like [?] and pop my real brothers them my big bros I feel like... brought those them my lil bros I can't forget .. closer, cause they can't be real, bro! [Hook]