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(ATL Jacobs, ATL Jacobs)

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 just like I'm
Niggas talking like they know me
did a damn thing that they told me

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

bucks
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 like they know me
Never did a damn thing that told me

I'm in a big
Dior my sock
gon ride 'bout me
Tell me what's location
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 bands a cheetah
Cut off your thumb, we don't through no message
.223 hit him and came out his
my mouth with veneer, looking edgy
Smoke out the pack, we sip on the extra
Bet the Maybach drive itself like a
on shit, yeah, my footprint be leather
Go cop a Demon, I it the devil
I keep some on me, talking 'bout like relish

Bookoo
coupe 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 steady talking they know me
Never did a damn thing they told me

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

Bookoo
coupe rush
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 I'm Kobe
steady talking like they know me
Never did a damn thing that they me