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(ATL Jacobs, ATL Jacobs)

Bookoo
Foreign rush
Do too
Shop too
I'm too up
I'm feelin' a
Haters on
so slush
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 like they know me
did a damn thing that they told me

Taking back to my old days, yeah
Fuckin paper, no foreplay, yeah
I can't be caught out by no low
my name in their mouth like it's Colgate, yeah
I've been running this shit up no brakes
Nigga, get in my way and road rage, yeah
Poles give that nigga pole face,
Ghost give that ghost face, yeah
Touch down ATL, long straight out that jungle
I walked outta customs and got to it, I don't 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 gotta be

bucks
Foreign rush
Do too
Shop too
I'm too up
I'm feelin' a
Haters on
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 just like I'm
Niggas steady talking like they me
Never did a damn thing they told me

I'm in a big
Dior my sock
Shooters gon ride me
Tell me what's your
up, no cases
Penthouse, no
down, yeah, I'm crazy
Keep sticks, got with a laser
Yeah, go off for my
I keep a weapon, it's
I'm runnin' up like a cheetah
Cut off your thumb, we don't beef no message
.223 hit him and out his belly
Flooded my mouth with veneer, edgy
Smoke out the pack, then we sip on the
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, 'bout like relish

Bookoo
coupe rush
Do too
Shock too
I'm too up
I'm feelin a
Haters on
so slush
I'm too up
We're too
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 thing that they me

Rock to a 24, ain't talkin
Nigga talkin out his neck, I don't even him
talkin' fake ass, tell a nigga to show me
Spinnin' on the block, man, like ooh
Black and diamonds, Andy Griffiith, I ain't Opie
Told her put her little bitty on my tool
Hey, hey, went and put 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 ain't no meanings
Do that lil slide, chop it up zucchini
Oh oh (Chop, chop, chop)

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
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 damn thing that they me