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
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 thing that told me

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

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 steady like they know me
did a damn thing that they told me

I'm in a big
Dior my sock
gon ride 'bout me
Tell me what's location
Mask up, no
Penthouse, no
Gucci down, yeah, I'm
Keep sticks, got Glocks 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 came out his
Flooded my mouth with veneer, looking
Smoke out the pack, we sip on the extra
Bet the Maybach drive itself a Tesla
Steppin' on shit, yeah, my footprint be
Go cop a Demon, I it the devil
I keep some green on me, talking 'bout like

Bookoo
Foreign rush
Do too
Shock too
I'm too up
I'm feelin a
on hush
Wrists so
I'm too up
too slushed
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 like they know me
Never did a damn thing that told me

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

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