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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
With two
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 like they know me
Never did a damn that they told me

Taking shit to my old days, yeah
Fuckin this paper, no foreplay,
I can't be caught out by no low
my name in their mouth like it's Colgate, yeah
I've been running this up with no brakes
Nigga, get in my way and it's road rage,
Poles that nigga pole face, yeah
Ghost that nigga ghost face, yeah
Touch down ATL, long straight out that jungle
I outta customs and got to it, I don't play about that hustle
got a bag, but this ain't bag, yeah, this is a duffel
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 a rush
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 like I'm
Niggas steady talking they know me
Never did a damn thing that told me

I'm in a big
my sock body
Shooters gon ride me
Tell me your location
up, no cases
Penthouse, no
Gucci down, yeah, I'm
Keep sticks, got with a laser
Yeah, go off for my
I a weapon, it's lethal
I'm runnin' up bands a cheetah
Cut off thumb, we don't beef through no message
.223 hit him and out his belly
my mouth with veneer, looking edgy
Smoke out the pack, we sip on the extra
Bet the Maybach drive itself like a
Steppin' on shit, yeah, my be leather
Go cop a Demon, I call it the
I some green on me, talking 'bout like relish

bucks
Foreign rush
Do too
Shock too
I'm too up
I'm a rush
on hush
Wrists so
I'm too up
We're too
I'm too up
two fucks
Up the
Bitch, up?
up
Geeked as
my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe
Niggas steady talking like they me
Never did a thing that they told me

Rock to a 24, talkin Kobe
Nigga talkin out his neck, I don't even him
Nigga talkin' fake ass, tell a nigga to me
Spinnin' on the block, man, like ooh
and white diamonds, Andy Griffiith, I ain't Opie
Told her put her bitty mouth on my tool
Hey, hey, went and put Cartier watch on my wrist
Man, be nasty, we in a Bentley
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 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 a rush
Haters on
Wrists so
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 like I'm
Niggas steady talking like they me
Never did a damn thing that they me