Bookoo Bucks

(专辑： Zulu Man With Some Power - 2020)

(ATL Jacobs, ATL Jacobs)

Bookoo bucks
Foreign coupe rush
Do too much
Shop too much
I'm too up
I'm feeling a rush
Haters on hush
Wrists so slush
I'm too up
With two sluts
I'm too up
Give two fucks
Up the pump
Bitch, what's up?
Windows up
Geeked as fuck
Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe
Niggas steady talking like they know me
Never did a damn thing that they told me
Ooowee
Ooowee

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

Bookoo bucks
Foreign coupe rush
Do too much
Shop too much
I'm too up
I'm feeling a rush
Haters on hush
Wrists so slush
I'm too up
With two sluts
I'm too up
Give two fucks
Up the pump
Bitch, what's up?
Windows up
Geeked as fuck
Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe
Niggas steady talking like they know me
Never did a damn thing that they told me
Ooowee
Ooowee

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

Bookoo bucks
Foreign coupe rush
Do too much
Shock too much
I'm too up
I'm feelin a rush
Haters on hush
Wrists so slush
I'm too up
We're too slushed
I'm too up
Give two fucks
Up the pump
Bitch, what's up?
Windows up
Geeked as fuck
Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe
Niggas steady talking like they know me
Never did a damn thing that they told me
Ooowee
Ooowee

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

Bookoo bucks
Foreign coupe rush
Do too much
Shop too much
I'm too up
I'm feeling a rush
Haters on hush
Wrists so slush
I'm too up
With two sluts
I'm too up
Give two fucks
Up the pump
Bitch, what's up?
Windows up
Geeked as fuck
Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe
Niggas steady talking like they know me
Never did a damn thing that they told me
Ooowee
Ooowee