Luyện nghe bài hát Bookoo Bucks

(ATL Jacobs, ATL Jacobs)

Bookoo
Foreign coupe
Do too
too much
I'm too up
I'm feelin' a
Haters on
Wrists so
I'm too up
two sluts
I'm too up
Give two
Up the
Bitch, up?
up
Geeked as
my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe
Niggas steady talking like they me
Never did a thing that they told me

Taking back to my old days, yeah
Fuckin paper, no foreplay, yeah
I can't be out by no low stakes
When my name in mouth like it's Colgate, yeah
I've been running this shit up with no
Nigga, get in my way and it's rage, yeah
Poles give nigga pole face, yeah
Ghost give nigga ghost face, yeah
Touch down ATL, long straight out that jungle
I walked outta and got to it, I don't play about that hustle
You've got a bag, but this bag, yeah, this is a duffel
She got a ass, but she ain't that bad, she be humble

bucks
Foreign rush
Do too
Shop too
I'm too up
I'm a rush
on hush
Wrists so
I'm too up
With two
I'm too up
Give two
Up the
Bitch, up?
up
Geeked as
my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe
Niggas steady like they know me
Never did a damn thing they told me

I'm in a big
Dior my sock
gon ride 'bout me
Tell me your location
up, no cases
Penthouse, no
down, yeah, I'm crazy
Keep sticks, got Glocks a laser
Yeah, go off for my
I keep a weapon, it's
I'm runnin' up bands like a
Cut off your thumb, we don't beef no message
.223 hit him and out his belly
my mouth with veneer, looking edgy
Smoke out the pack, we sip on the extra
Bet the drive itself like a Tesla
on shit, yeah, my footprint be leather
Go cop a Demon, I call it the
I keep some green on me, talking like relish

Bookoo
Foreign rush
Do too
too much
I'm too up
I'm a rush
on hush
Wrists so
I'm too up
We're too
I'm too up
two fucks
Up the
Bitch, up?
up
Geeked as
Shoot my shot, I'm hot like I'm Kobe
Niggas steady talking they know me
Never did a damn thing that they me

Rock to a 24, ain't Kobe
talkin out his neck, I don't even know him
Nigga talkin' fake ass, a nigga to show me
on the block, man, lookin' like ooh
Black and white diamonds, Griffiith, I ain't Opie
Told her put her little bitty on my tool
Hey, hey, and put that Cartier watch on my wrist
Man, be nasty, we slime in a
to genies, my top off the 'Ghini
I came the bottom, she came in bikinis
We the top off the op in a minute
Ya'll songs ain't having no meanings
Do lil slide, chop it up like zucchini
Oh oh (Chop, chop, chop)

bucks
Foreign rush
Do too
too much
I'm too up
I'm a rush
Haters on
Wrists so
I'm too up
two sluts
I'm too up
Give two
Up the
Bitch, up?
up
Geeked as
my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe
Niggas steady talking like they me
did a damn thing that they told me