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JACKBOYS, Pop Smoke, Travis Scott - GATTI (Lyrics)

JACKBOYS, Pop Smoke, Travis Scott - GATTI Get: Lyrics: [Intro: Pop Smoke] AXL Hahaha, huh? Hahaha Tired of niggas cappin' (Tired of niggas cappin') Trap House Mob Niggas frontin' their jewels (Yeah, this is a Melo beat) They ain't expectin' this one (That is not them) [Chorus: Pop Smoke] Facts, my bitch love coco (Haha) Woo back, baby (Woo back, baby), woo (Haha, yeah) Let me see some, okay, okay (I see you, shoutout bro), okay, okay (Don't fuck around) [Verse 1: Pop Smoke] Look, you cannot say Pop and forget the Smoke (Nah) I'm from the Floss where niggas tote (Woo) They couldn't be Crip, so they turned Folk (Baow) Drivin' through the 'Ville, droppin' a Cho (Grr) I gotta laugh, 'cause these niggas jokes (Haha) Dread like, "Who these niggas?" (Who these niggas?) "I don't know" (I don't know), but I'm on go (Woo) And I'm in that Bugatti, movin' too hotty (Baow, baow) Givin' Pacs like, "Who shot ya?" (Grr) 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 (Get that nigga) I'm in the hood like an engine, revvin' (Trey, get that nigga) My checks is clearin' (Woo, woo), your checks is pending (Woo, woo) And I got a couple gangstas, let me know (That's a fact) If you want smoke (If you want smoke) 'Cause, boy, I can send 'em ('Cause, boy, I can send 'em) And I got a bad bitch, ass up (Hahaha) Face down (Face down), yeah, she love doggystyle (Uh-huh) And she got a Louis bag (Yeah), that hold the extendo (Woo, woo) Okay, okay (Okay, okay) Okay, okay (Okay, okay) [Chorus: Pop Smoke & Travis Scott] Facts, my bitch love coco (Haha) Woo back, baby (Woo back, baby), woo Let me see some, okay, okay (I see you), okay, okay (Don't fuck around) My bitch love coco (Haha) Woo back, baby (Woo back, baby), woo Let me see some, okay, okay (I see you), okay, okay (Don't fuck around, 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) Braid my hair down 'til I 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 word, bet it reach (Reach) Wearin' pearls, expensive beads (Beads) I only hurl at my peak (It's lit) [Bridge: Travis Scott] Cuts, diamond cuts out in public Two cups of the stuff, now I'm up Coco Chanel when she tuck it We both get enough (Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah) [Chorus: Pop Smoke] My bitch love coco (Haha) Woo back, baby (Woo back, baby), woo Let me see some, okay, okay (I see you), okay, okay (Don't fuck around) My bitch love coco (Haha) Woo back, baby (Woo back, baby), woo Let me see some, okay, okay (I see you), okay, okay (Don't fuck around) Tags: JACKBOYS Pop Smoke Travis Scott GATTI Lyrics,JACKBOYS Pop Smoke Travis Scott GATTI,GATTI Lyrics,GATTI,Pop Smoke GATTI,Travis Scott GATTI,Facts my bitch love coco,Woo back baby woo,Let me see some okay okay okay okay,My bitch love coco,Look you cannot say Pop and forget the Smoke,I'm from the Floss where niggas tote,And I'm in that Bugatti movin' too hotty #jackboys #popsmoke #travisscott #gatti #lyrics