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(ATL Jacobs, ATL Jacobs)

Bookoo
Foreign rush
Do too
Shop too
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 talking like they know me
Never did a damn thing that they me

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

Bookoo
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 just like I'm
Niggas talking like they know me
Never did a damn that they told me

I'm in a big
my sock body
Shooters gon ride me
Tell me what's location
Mask up, no
Penthouse, no
down, yeah, I'm crazy
Keep sticks, got Glocks with a
Yeah, go off for my
I a weapon, it's lethal
I'm up bands like a cheetah
Cut off your thumb, we beef through no message
.223 hit him and out his belly
Flooded my with veneer, looking edgy
Smoke out the pack, we sip on the extra
Bet the Maybach itself like a Tesla
Steppin' on shit, yeah, my be leather
Go cop a Demon, I it the devil
I keep green on me, talking 'bout like relish

Bookoo
Foreign coupe
Do too
too much
I'm too up
I'm feelin a
on hush
Wrists so
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 just I'm Kobe
Niggas talking like they know me
Never did a damn thing that told me

Rock to a 24, ain't Kobe
Nigga talkin out his neck, I don't even him
Nigga talkin' fake ass, a nigga to show me
Spinnin' on the block, man, like ooh
Black and white diamonds, 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 slime in a
Wishin' to genies, my top off the
I came the bottom, she came in bikinis
We the top off the op in a minute
Ya'll niggas' songs ain't no meanings
Do that lil slide, chop it up zucchini
Oh oh (Chop, chop, chop)

bucks
Foreign rush
Do too
too much
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 just I'm Kobe
Niggas talking like they know me
Never did a damn that they told me