Bugatti Baby (GATTI Original)

[Intro]

AXL

Uh?

Tired of niggas cappin' (Tired of niggas cappin')

Trap House Mob

Niggas frontin' their jewels (Niggas frontin' their jewels) (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, likе, "Who shot ya?" (Grrt)

Me and Trey, that's four choppers (Woo)

Man down (Woo), all you see is hеlicopters (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 (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)

[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)

My bitch 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 fuck around)

[Verse 2]

Look, it's Bigg Papi Locsta

Big racks only, when niggas 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 nigga droppin' G's (Uh-huh)

Big Benzes for the V's, hunnids bustin' out the jeans (Grr)

[Bridge]

Look, my bitch 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 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)

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)