AXL
Huh?
Tired of niggas cappin' (tired of niggas cappin')
(Trap House Mob)
Niggas frontin' their jewels (yeah)
They ain't expectin' this one (This is a Melo beat)
Facts, my bitch love coco
Woo back, baby (Woo back, baby), woo
Let me see some'
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Look, you cannot say Pop and forget the Smoke
I'm from the Floss where niggas tote (woo)
They couldn't be Crips, so they turned Folks (bah)
Drivin' through the 'Ville, droppin' the Cho (brr)
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' two hunnid (bah)
Givin' bucks, 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 nigga)
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 bitch, ass up
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 bitch love coco
Woo back, baby (Woo back, baby), woo
Let me see some
Okay, okay (I see it)
Okay, okay (turn around)
My bitch love coco
Woo back, baby (Woo 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)
Braid my hair down 'til I hide my face (yeah)
Duck away, she wanna lay up and hibernate
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 out in public
Two cups of the stuff, now I'm up
Coco Chanel when she tuck it
We both get a nut (na-na-na-na-na)
My bitch love coco (haha)
Woo back, baby (Woo back, baby), woo
Let me see some
Okay, okay (I see it)
Okay, okay (turn around)
My bitch love coco (haha)
Woo back, baby (Woo back, baby), woo
Let me see some
Okay, okay (I see it)
Okay, okay (turn around)
GATTI Video (MV)
Performed By: JACKBOYS
From Album: JACKBOYS
Written by: Andre Michael Loblack, Bashar Jackson, Jacques Webster, Mike Dean
JACKBOYS - GATTI Lyrics
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AXL
Huh?
Tired of niggas cappin' (tired of niggas cappin')
(Trap House Mob)
Niggas frontin' their jewels (yeah)
They ain't expectin' this one (This is a Melo beat)
Facts, my bitch love coco
Woo back, baby (Woo back, baby), woo
Let me see some'
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Look, you cannot say Pop and forget the Smoke
I'm from the Floss where niggas tote (woo)
They couldn't be Crips, so they turned Folks (bah)
Drivin' through the 'Ville, droppin' the Cho (brr)
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' two hunnid (bah)
Givin' bucks, 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 nigga)
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 bitch, ass up
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 bitch love coco
Woo back, baby (Woo back, baby), woo
Let me see some
Okay, okay (I see it)
Okay, okay (turn around)
My bitch love coco
Woo back, baby (Woo 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)
Braid my hair down 'til I hide my face (yeah)
Duck away, she wanna lay up and hibernate
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 out in public
Two cups of the stuff, now I'm up
Coco Chanel when she tuck it
We both get a nut (na-na-na-na-na)
My bitch love coco (haha)
Woo back, baby (Woo back, baby), woo
Let me see some
Okay, okay (I see it)
Okay, okay (turn around)
My bitch love coco (haha)
Woo back, baby (Woo back, baby), woo
Let me see some
Okay, okay (I see it)
Okay, okay (turn around)
Huh?
Tired of niggas cappin' (tired of niggas cappin')
(Trap House Mob)
Niggas frontin' their jewels (yeah)
They ain't expectin' this one (This is a Melo beat)
Facts, my bitch love coco
Woo back, baby (Woo back, baby), woo
Let me see some'
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Look, you cannot say Pop and forget the Smoke
I'm from the Floss where niggas tote (woo)
They couldn't be Crips, so they turned Folks (bah)
Drivin' through the 'Ville, droppin' the Cho (brr)
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' two hunnid (bah)
Givin' bucks, 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 nigga)
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 bitch, ass up
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 bitch love coco
Woo back, baby (Woo back, baby), woo
Let me see some
Okay, okay (I see it)
Okay, okay (turn around)
My bitch love coco
Woo back, baby (Woo 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)
Braid my hair down 'til I hide my face (yeah)
Duck away, she wanna lay up and hibernate
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 out in public
Two cups of the stuff, now I'm up
Coco Chanel when she tuck it
We both get a nut (na-na-na-na-na)
My bitch love coco (haha)
Woo back, baby (Woo back, baby), woo
Let me see some
Okay, okay (I see it)
Okay, okay (turn around)
My bitch love coco (haha)
Woo back, baby (Woo back, baby), woo
Let me see some
Okay, okay (I see it)
Okay, okay (turn around)
Writer: Andre Michael Loblack, Bashar Jackson, Jacques Webster, Mike Dean
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
