CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Bookoo Bucks

(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

Bookoo bucks (Yeah), foreign coupe rush (Yeah)
Do too much (Yeah), shop too much (Yeah)
I'm too up, I'm feelin' a rush
Haters on hush (Yeah), wrists so slush
I'm too up, with two sl*ts (High)
I'm too up, give two f**ks (High)
Up the pump, b*t*h, what's up? (High)
Windows up , geeked as f**k (High)

Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe (I'm hot, hot)
n***as steady talking like they know me (Ooh woah, woah)
Never did a damn thing that they told me (Ooh woah, woah)
Oh wee, oh wee

Taking sh*t back to my old days, yeah
f**kin 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 sh*t up with no brakes
n***a, get in my way and it's road rage, yeah
Poles give that n***a pole face, yeah
Ghost give that n***a ghost face, yeah
Touch down ATL, long flight straight out that jungle (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 duffle
She got a ass, but she ain't that bad, she need to be humble (Humble, humble, yeah)