GATTI

作词 : Jacques Webster/Mike Dean/Bashar Jackson/Andre Loblack/Abdul-aziz Manalla Yusuf

作曲 : Jacques Webster/Mike Dean/Bashar Jackson/Andre Loblack/Abdul-aziz Manalla Yusuf

[Intro: Pop Smoke]

AXL

Hahaha, huh? Hahaha

Tired of *****s cappin' (Tired of *****s cappin')

Trap House niggas

*****s frontin' their jewels (Yeah)

They ain't expectin' this one (And it's like that)

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]

Facts, my ***** love coco (Haha)

Ooh back, baby (Ooh back, baby), woo (Haha, yeah)

Let me see some, okay, okay (I see ya), okay, okay

[Verse 1: Pop Smoke]

Look, you cannot say Pop and forget the Smoke (Yeah)

I'm from the floors where niggas tote

They couldn't be Crips, so they turned folks (Bah)

Drivin' through the 'Ville, droppin' the choke (Brr)

I gotta laugh, 'cause these niggas jokes (Haha)

Just like, "Who these niggas?" (Who these *****s?)

"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 shit)

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 *****, ass 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

[Chorus: Pop Smoke & Travis Scott]

Facts, my ***** love coco (Haha)

Ooh back, baby (Ooh back, baby), woo

Let me see some, okay, okay (I see it), okay, okay (Turn around)

My ***** love coco (Haha)

Ooh back, baby (Ooh back, baby), woo

Let me see some, okay, okay (I see it), okay, okay (Right)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]

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)

[Bridge: Travis Scott]

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)

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]

My ***** love coco (Haha)

Ooh back, baby (Ooh back, baby), woo

Let me see some, okay, okay (I see it), okay, okay (Turn around)

My ***** love coco (Haha)

Ooh back, baby (Ooh back, baby), woo

Let me see some, okay, okay (I see it), okay, okay (Turn around)