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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 talking like they me
Never did a damn thing that told me

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

bucks
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 just I'm Kobe
Niggas steady talking like they 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
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 up bands like a cheetah
Cut off thumb, we don't beef through no message
.223 hit him and out his belly
Flooded my with veneer, looking edgy
out the pack, then 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

bucks
Foreign rush
Do too
too much
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
Shoot my shot, I'm hot just I'm Kobe
Niggas steady like they know me
Never did a thing that they told me

Rock to a 24, ain't Kobe
Nigga talkin out his neck, I even know him
Nigga talkin' fake ass, tell a to show me
Spinnin' on the block, man, lookin' ooh
Black and white diamonds, Andy Griffiith, I ain't
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 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, it up like zucchini
Oh oh (Chop, chop, chop)

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