Luyện nghe bài hát Bookoo Bucks

(ATL Jacobs, ATL Jacobs)

Bookoo
coupe rush
Do too
too much
I'm too up
I'm a rush
on hush
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 they know me
did a damn thing that they told me

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

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

I'm in a big
my sock body
Shooters gon ride me
Tell me what's your
Mask up, no
Penthouse, no
down, yeah, I'm crazy
Keep sticks, got Glocks a laser
Yeah, go off for my
I a weapon, it's lethal
I'm runnin' up like a cheetah
Cut off your thumb, we don't through no message
.223 hit him and came out his
Flooded my mouth with veneer, edgy
out the pack, then we sip on the extra
Bet the drive itself like a Tesla
Steppin' on shit, yeah, my footprint be
Go cop a Demon, I call it the
I keep some green on me, 'bout like relish

Bookoo
Foreign rush
Do too
Shock too
I'm too up
I'm a rush
Haters on
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 talking like they know me
Never did a damn thing they told me

Rock to a 24, ain't talkin
Nigga talkin out his neck, I even know him
Nigga talkin' fake ass, tell a nigga to me
Spinnin' on the block, man, lookin' ooh
and white diamonds, Andy Griffiith, I ain't Opie
Told her put her bitty mouth on my tool
Hey, hey, went and put that Cartier on my wrist
Man, be nasty, we in a Bentley
Wishin' to genies, my top off the
I came the bottom, she came in bikinis
We blow the top off the op in a
niggas' songs ain't having no meanings
Do that lil slide, chop it up like
Oh oh (Chop, chop, chop)

bucks
Foreign coupe
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
Shoot my shot, I'm hot like I'm Kobe
Niggas steady like they know me
Never did a thing that they told me