Luyện nghe bài hát Bookoo Bucks

(ATL Jacobs, ATL Jacobs)

Bookoo
Foreign rush
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 like I'm Kobe
Niggas steady talking they know me
Never did a damn that they told me

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

bucks
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
Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm
Niggas talking like they know me
Never did a damn thing that told me

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

Bookoo
coupe rush
Do too
too much
I'm too up
I'm feelin a
on hush
Wrists so
I'm too up
too slushed
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 that they told me

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

Bookoo
coupe rush
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
Niggas steady talking like they me
Never did a damn that they told me