Booker (feat. theletterJ)
Book a room
Book a room
Book a room
You a tool
You gone lose
You gone lose
Book a room
Devin booker with a fuckin tool
Jason mask, a machete too
Armed forces gotta fuckin move
When I walk thru my rich homies cool
Think i'm done playing system victim
Keep it loaded up near the kitchen
Seen some bitches arguing call up malcom cause a nigga always end up in the middle
Take it back to Fort Valley nigga seen a man drop he wasn't even tripping
Ran for the trunk, fuck Trump, now he stuck, pop up, this bitch pop penicillin
Got no love love no hoe, hold on no no ain't no killing in him
Met him at tha Golo, stolo, ride Han Solo ain't no fear in him
Pull up on your block, top shot, big glock shit my shit just knock knock
Pop me a rox, I don't hang with cops, might kick flip
stick gotta stock
Fargo da goat I might sell a ki
None of my niggas will tell on me
Case on his back we just got receipt
Tat on my neck I just want the cheese
We drove 6 hours for a case no felonies
I want bread yea the whole loaf no sesame
Won't show no love ain't no point in texting me
Cooking this shit up no book ain't no recipe
Booking a room booking a room
Tucking a tool my niggas some goons
Hands on your head & you better not move
Running your shit and i'm taking yo shoes
Book a room
Book a room
Book a room
You a tool
You gone lose
You gone lose
Book a room
If I die today
See my god today
Imma dap my grandaddy up
Imma tell em that my momma straight
Tell em that we down to play
I was raised with niggas
Apes
Gorillas
In the jungle
Rumble
I was made to feel
The villa
Up
The way the cookie crumble
I
Usually
Spit it
Like it was a written
I seen momma cooking in the kitchen
The fruit juicy like it was forbidden
Every dawg need a fucking kitten
We give em hands like we wearing mittens
Stayed In school
When they did attendance
Did I mention
That niggas like me came from places
Where niggas couldn't eat because the color of skin
Y'all niggas stayed in line
We couldn't color em in
Dont judge a book by its cover
Or hood by it's color
This where the story begin
Now I want the top spot
Words they connect like a hot a spot
Knock knock
Nigga let me in
Y'all get split like apartheid
Y'all niggas chicken
Like pot pies
In the top 5
And I'm not five
NIGGA
Book a room
Book a room
Book a room
You a tool
You gone lose
You gone lose
Book a room