Bugatti Baby (GATTI Original) Pop Smoke
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[Intro]
AXL
Huh?
Tired of niggas cappin' (Tired of niggas cappin')
Trap House Mob
Niggas frontin' their jewels (Yeah, this is a Melo beat)
That is not them
[Chorus]
(Facts) Look, my bitch go loco (Loco, haha)
Woo back, baby (Woo back, baby), woo (Woo)
Let me see some' (Let me see some'), okay, okay (I see ya), okay, okay (Don't fuck around)
[Verse 1]
Look, you cannot say "Pop" and forget the "Smoke"(Nah)
I'm from the Floss, where niggas tote (Woo)
They couldn't be Crips, so they turned Folks (Baow)
Drivin' through the 'Ville, droppin' a Choo (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 hundred (Bah)
Givin' pumps, like, "Who shot ya?" (Grrt)
Me and Trеy, that's four choppers (Woo)
Man down (Woo), all you see is helicopters (Grr)
Paramеdics, 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 (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 (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)
AXL
Huh?
Tired of niggas cappin' (Tired of niggas cappin')
Trap House Mob
Niggas frontin' their jewels (Yeah, this is a Melo beat)
That is not them
[Chorus]
(Facts) Look, my bitch go loco (Loco, haha)
Woo back, baby (Woo back, baby), woo (Woo)
Let me see some' (Let me see some'), okay, okay (I see ya), okay, okay (Don't fuck around)
[Verse 1]
Look, you cannot say "Pop" and forget the "Smoke"(Nah)
I'm from the Floss, where niggas tote (Woo)
They couldn't be Crips, so they turned Folks (Baow)
Drivin' through the 'Ville, droppin' a Choo (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 hundred (Bah)
Givin' pumps, like, "Who shot ya?" (Grrt)
Me and Trеy, that's four choppers (Woo)
Man down (Woo), all you see is helicopters (Grr)
Paramеdics, 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 (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 (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)
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