Luyện nghe bài hát Bookoo Bucks

(ATL Jacobs, ATL Jacobs)

Bookoo
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
my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe
Niggas 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 be caught out by no low stakes
When my name in their mouth it's Colgate, yeah
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
down ATL, long flight straight out that jungle
I walked outta customs and got to it, I don't play about that
You've got a bag, but ain't bag, yeah, this is a duffel
She got a ass, but she that bad, she gotta be humble

bucks
Foreign coupe
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 just like I'm
steady talking like they know me
Never did a damn thing they told me

I'm in a big
my sock body
Shooters gon ride me
Tell me what's your
up, no cases
Penthouse, no
Gucci down, yeah, I'm
sticks, got Glocks with a laser
Yeah, go off for my
I keep a weapon, lethal
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 with veneer, looking edgy
Smoke out the pack, then we sip on the
Bet the drive itself like a Tesla
Steppin' on shit, yeah, my be leather
Go cop a Demon, I call it the
I some green on me, talking 'bout like relish

Bookoo
Foreign 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
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 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
on the block, man, lookin' like ooh
Black and white diamonds, Andy Griffiith, I ain't
Told her put her bitty mouth on my tool
Hey, hey, went and put Cartier watch on my wrist
Man, be nasty, we slime in a
to genies, my top off the 'Ghini
I came the bottom, she came in bikinis
We blow the top off the op in a
Ya'll niggas' songs ain't having no
Do that lil slide, chop it up like
Oh oh (Chop, chop, chop)

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 just I'm Kobe
Niggas steady talking like they me
Never did a damn thing that they me