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Bookoo
Foreign coupe
Do too
Shop too
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
Shoot my shot, I'm hot like I'm Kobe
steady talking like they know me
Never did a damn thing they told me

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

bucks
Foreign coupe
Do too
Shop too
I'm too up
I'm feelin' a
on hush
Wrists so
I'm too up
With two
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 that they told me

I'm in a big
Dior my body
Shooters gon ride me
Tell me what's your
Mask up, no
Penthouse, no
Gucci down, yeah, I'm
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 came out his
Flooded my mouth with veneer, looking
out the pack, then we sip on the extra
Bet the Maybach drive like a Tesla
on shit, yeah, my footprint be leather
Go cop a Demon, I it the devil
I keep some green on me, talking 'bout like

Bookoo
Foreign rush
Do too
too much
I'm too up
I'm feelin a
Haters on
so slush
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 like 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 fake ass, tell a nigga to show me
Spinnin' on the block, man, like ooh
Black and white diamonds, Andy Griffiith, I ain't
Told her put her little mouth on my tool
Hey, hey, and put that Cartier watch on my wrist
Man, be nasty, we in a Bentley
Wishin' to genies, my top off the
I came from the bottom, she in bikinis
We blow the top off the op in a
Ya'll niggas' songs having no meanings
Do that lil slide, it up like zucchini
Oh oh (Chop, chop, chop)

bucks
Foreign rush
Do too
Shop too
I'm too up
I'm a rush
Haters on
so slush
I'm too up
With two
I'm too up
two fucks
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 damn that they told me