Bugatti Baby (GATTI Original) lyrics

[Intro]
AXL
Huh?
Tired of n*ggas cappin' (Tired of n*ggas cappin')
Trap House Mob
n*ggas frontin' their jewels (Yeah, this is a Melo beat)
That is not them

[Chorus]
(Facts) Look, my b*tch 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 f*ck around)

[Verse 1]
Look, you cannot say "Pop" and forget the "Smoke"(Nah)
I'm from the Floss, where n*ggas 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 n*ggas jokes (Haha)
Dread like, "Who these n*ggas?" (Who these n*ggas?)
"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 n*gga)
I'm in the hood like an engine, revvin' (Trey, get that n*gga)
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*tch, 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)
[Chorus]
(Facts) Look, my b*tch 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 f*ck around)
My b*tch go loco (Loco, haha)
Woo back, baby (Woo back, baby), woo (Woo, grrt)
Let me see some (Let me see some, bah), okay, okay (I see ya), okay, okay (Don't f*ck around)

[Verse 2]
Look, it's Bigg Papi Locsta
Big racks only, when n*ggas step on the scene
Ain't nobody told ya'? (Nah)
Off the bracelet so I'm back to wildin' in these streets (Bah)
Mr. Spin-in-Rovers
Balmains and Gucci sweaters, hopin' out the V's (Woo, woo)
Mr. Run-You-Over (Grrt)
On A$AP, I up it ASAP to your V
I'm a trappin' fanatic (Huh)
I walk in the spot like I want it all
Amiri jeans for the denim, 100 clip, he get him
Don't call, like who wanna ball (Woo)
Double G for the swag, you can check the tag
Flossy n*gga droppin' G's (Uh-huh)
Big Benty for the V's, hunnids bussin' out the jeans (Grr)

[Bridge]
Look, my b*tch go-
Run down with a Glock and a beam (Uh-huh)
Amiri denims, got some racks in my jeans (Look)
Double G, match the tee, double G, match the sneaks (Bah, uh)
Dafi (Dafi), shoot his hands if he reach (Grrt)
Grab the chop and go promo (woo, woo)
[Chorus]
(Facts) Look (Woo, woo), my b*tch 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 f*ck around)
My b*tch 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 f*ck around)