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
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
steady talking like they know me
Never did a damn thing that they me

Taking shit back to my old days,
this paper, no foreplay, yeah
I can't be 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 that nigga face, yeah
Ghost give that nigga face, yeah
Touch down ATL, long flight straight out that
I walked outta customs and got to it, I don't play about that
got a bag, but this ain't bag, yeah, this is a duffel
She got a ass, but she ain't bad, she gotta be humble

bucks
Foreign coupe
Do too
too much
I'm too up
I'm a rush
Haters on
so slush
I'm too up
With two
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 they know me
Never did a damn thing they told me

I'm in a big
Dior my body
gon ride 'bout me
Tell me your location
Mask up, no
Penthouse, no
down, yeah, I'm crazy
Keep sticks, got with a laser
Yeah, go off for my
I a weapon, it's lethal
I'm runnin' up bands like a
Cut off your thumb, we beef through no message
.223 hit him and out his belly
Flooded my mouth with veneer, looking
Smoke out the pack, we sip on the extra
Bet the Maybach 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

bucks
Foreign rush
Do too
too much
I'm too up
I'm a rush
Haters on
so slush
I'm too up
We're too
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 know me
Never did a damn thing that they me

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

Bookoo
Foreign coupe
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
Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm
Niggas steady like they know me
Never did a damn that they told me