Текст песни 1forTheBooks - Xhulooo

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Chum)
Yeah, yeah
Huh, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah

We got us one for the books
He try to show that lil chain, it's took (Uh)
Yeah, chop off the brains of the truck
He talkin' down he tryin' his luck (Yeah, yeah)
He talkin' money, I'm signing up (Signing up)
Pass me the jay, I'm fyeing it up (Fyeing it up)
Counting my bread, combining it up
In my life, I want the finer stuff (Yeah)

I really wanted designer stuff
Like I'm sippin' on lean, I got me a gut
How many zips, you smoking on what?
You smoking on shake, you smoking on dust
They ridin' my wave, just like a brush
Brodie gon' pour up a 4 in a Crush
Canary diamonds look just like a bus
Boy you ain't gang, I ain't showing no trust

No, I ain't giving you trust
No, you ain't fam, you can't get a dap, you can't get a hug (No)
I never cried over spilled milk, I'm changing the rug (Yeah)
She on that white, when she need a fix, she calling the plug (Hey)
Only exotic, I'm rolling up nugs

How do you hate? (How do you hate?)
How do you hate when you know you a bum?
All on my phone (All on my phone)
All on my phone steady asking for some
He don't got sense, why he acting so dumb?
My fit on 10, your fit ain't on nan
I knew some fanboys without the Chum (Chum)
Still made a check, and oh no we not done (Aye)

No we not done, no we never last, fasho
I had to show em that I ain't a Average Joe
You finna miss out, cause you average, bro
We blowing your place up, like an action show

We got us one for the books
He try to show that lil chain, it's took (Uh)
Yeah, chop off the brains of the truck
He talkin' down he tryin' his luck (Yeah, yeah)
He talkin' money, I'm signing up (Signing up)
Pass me the jay, I'm fyeing it up (Fyeing it up)
Counting my bread, combining it up
In my life, I want the finer stuff (Yeah)

We got us one for the books
He try to show that lil chain, it's took (Uh)
Yeah, chop off the brains of the truck
He talkin' down he tryin' his luck (Yeah, yeah)
He talkin' money, I'm signing up (Signing up)
Pass me the jay, I'm fyeing it up (Fyeing it up)
Counting my bread, combining it up
In my life, I want the finer stuff (Yeah)

No, I ain't giving you trust
No, you ain't fam, you can't get a dap, you can't get a hug (No)
I never cried over spilled milk, I'm changing the rug (Yeah)
She on that white, when she need a fix, she calling the plug (Hey)
Only exotic, I'm rolling up nugs (Rolling up nugs, yeah)

(Brrr)

(On the countside)
(Xhulooo is bringing them into the green and white checkered flag)
(And wins Stage 2!)