JACKBOYS, Pop Smoke & Travis Scott – GATTI Lyrics

GATTI By JACKBOYS, Pop Smoke & Travis Scott

AXL
Hahaha, huh? Hahaha
Tired of n----- cappin’ (Tired of n----- cappin’)
Trap House vibes
N----- frontin’ their jewels (Yeah)
They ain’t expectin’ this one (And it’s like that)

Facts, my b---- love coco (Haha)
Ooh back, baby (Ooh back, baby), woo (Haha, yeah)
Let me see some, okay, okay (I see ya), okay, okay

Look, you cannot say Pop and forget the Smoke (Yeah)
I’m from the floors where n----- tote
They couldn’t be Crips, so they turned folks (Bah)
Drivin’ through the ‘Ville, droppin’ the choke (Brr)
I gotta laugh, ’cause these n----- jokes (Haha)
Just like, “Who these n-----?” (Who these n-----?)
“I don’t know” (I don’t know), but I’m on go (Woo)
And I’m in that Bugatti, movin’ two hundred (Bah)
Givin’ pumps, like, “Who shot ya?”
Me and Trey, that’s four choppers (Woo)
Man down (Woo), all you see is helicopters (Grr)
Paramedics pick him up, they gon’ send him to the doctor
I’m in the hood like an engine, revvin’ (Trey, get that n----)
My checks is clearin’ (Woo, woo), your checks is pending (Woo, woo)
And I got a couple gangstas, let me know (It’s a fact)
If you want smoke (If you want smoke)
‘Cause boy I can send ’em (Boy I can send ’em)
And I got a bad b----, a-- up (Hahaha)
Face down (Face down), yeah, she love doggy style (Uh-huh)
And she got a Louis bag (Yeah), that hold the extendo (Woo, woo)
Okay, okay (Okay, okay)
Okay, okay

Facts, my b---- love coco (Haha)
Ooh back, baby (Ooh back, baby), woo
Let me see some, okay, okay (I see it), okay, okay (Turn around)
My b---- love coco (Haha)
Ooh back, baby (Ooh back, baby), woo
Let me see some, okay, okay (I see it), okay, okay (Right)
Got it jumpin out the zoo, seein’ red, seein’ blue (Yeah)
Young La Flame, how it moves, Pop Flare how it- (Woo)
Bring my hands out, try to hide my face
Duck away, she wanna lay up and hibernate (Yeah)
I took a chance, it’s a lot to take
I took a right, ended up right away (Straight up)
She need a chunk, not a piece (Alright)
It cost me three for the keys (Keys)
Not the work but the V
She let it twirl to the beat
I send the work, bet it reach (Reach)
Wearin’ pearls, expensive beads (Beads)
I only hurl at my peeps (It’s lit)

Cuts, diamond cuts, I done popped a blue
Two cups of the stuff, now I’m up
Coco Chanel when she tuck it
We bunk, get a nut (Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah)

My b---- love coco (Haha)
Ooh back, baby (Ooh back, baby), woo
Let me see some, okay, okay (I see it), okay, okay (Turn around)
My b---- love coco (Haha)
Ooh back, baby (Ooh back, baby), woo
Let me see some, okay, okay (I see it), okay, okay (Turn around)