Jackboys – Gatti Lyrics (feat. Travis Scott & Pop Smoke)

[Intro: Pop Smoke]
AXL
Hahaha, huh? Hahaha
Tired of niggas cappin’ (Tired of niggas cappin’)
Trap House vibes
Niggas frontin’ their jewels (Yeah, this is a Melo beat)
They ain’t expectin’ this one (And it’s like that)

[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 ya), okay, okay

[Verse 1: Pop Smoke]
Look, you cannot say Pop and forget the Smoke (Yeah)
I’m from the Floss where niggas tote (Woah)
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 hundred (Bah)
Givin’ pumps, like, “Who shot ya?” (Brr)
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 (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

[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 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 (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)
Bring my hands out, try to 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 work, bet it reach (Reach)
Wearin’ pearls, expensive beads (Beads)
I only hurl at my peeps (It’s lit)

[Bridge: Travis Scott]
Cuts, diamond cuts, I done popped a blue
Two cups of the stuff, now I’m up
Coco Chanel when she tuck it
We bunk, get a nut (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 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)

Travis Scott – SICKO MODE lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro: Drake]
Astro, yeah
Sun is down, freezin’ cold
That’s how we already know, winter’s here
My dawg would probably do it for a Louis belt
That’s just all he know, he don’t know nothin’ else
I tried to show ’em, yeah
I tried to show ’em, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Gone on you with the pick and roll
Young La Flame, he in sicko mode

[Part II]

[Verse 1: Travis Scott & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Woo, made this here with all the ice on in the booth
At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose
Yeah, Jump Out boys, that’s Nike boys, hoppin’ out coupes
This shit way too big when we pull up give me the loot (gimme the loot!)
Was off the Remy, had to Papoose
Had to hit my old town to duck the news
Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves
Now it’s 4 AM and I’m back up poppin’ with the crew
I just landed in, Chase B mix this pop like Jamba Juice
Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin’ fruits
And they chokin’, man, know the crackers wish it was a noose

[Bridge: Big Hawk & Swae Lee]
Some—some—some, someone said
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
Pl—pl—playin’ for keeps, don’t play us for weak (someone said)
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
Pl—pl—playin’ for keeps, don’t play us for weak

[Verse 2: Travis Scott, Swae Lee & Uncle Luke]
Yeah, this shit way too formal, y’all know I don’t follow suit
Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain’t got a clue
All of these hoes I made off records I produced
I might take all my exes and put ’em all in a group
Hit my esés, I need the booch
‘Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo
Told her “hop in, you comin’ too”
In the 305, bitches treat me like I’m Uncle Luke (don’t stop, pop that pussy!)
Had to slop the top off, it’s just a roof, uh
She said “where we goin’?” I said “the moon”
We ain’t even make it to the room
She thought it was the ocean, it’s just the pool
Now I got her open, it’s just the Goose
Who put this shit together? I’m the glue (someone said)
Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue

[Bridge: Big Hawk & Swae Lee]
Someone said
Pl—playin’ for keeps
Someone said, motherfucker—someone said
Don’t play us for weak

[Part III]

[Intro: Travis Scott, Drake, & Lil Juice]
Yeah
Astro, yeah, yeah
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Ay, ay

[Chorus: Drake & Travis Scott]
She’s in love with who I am
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance (yeah)
Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours ’til I land
Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah, like a light, ayy, yeah

[Verse 3: Drake, Travis Scott & Sheck Wes]
Like a light, ayy
Slept through the flight, ayy
Knocked for the night, ayy, 767, man
This shit got double bedroom, man
I still got scores to settle, man
I crept down the block, (down the block) made a right (yeah, right)
Cut the lights, (yeah, what) paid the price (yeah)
Niggas think it’s sweet, (nah, nah) it’s on sight (yeah, what?)
Nothin’ nice, (yeah) baguettes in my ice (aww, man)
Jesus Christ, (yeah) checks over stripes (yeah)
That’s what I like, (yeah) that’s what we like (yeah)
Lost my respect, you not a threat
When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I’m Sheck (bitch!)
See the shots that I took, (ayy) wet like I’m Book (ayy)
Wet like I’m Lizzie, I be spinnin’ Valley
Circle blocks ’til I’m dizzy (yeah, what?)
Like where is he? (yeah, what?)
No one seen him (yeah, yeah)
I’m tryna clean ’em (yeah)

[Chorus: Drake & Travis Scott]
She’s in love with who I am
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance
Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands (woo!)
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours ’til I land
Had me out like a light (like a light)
Like a light (like a light)
Like a light (like a light)
Like a light

[Verse 4: Travis Scott]
Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly, sendin’ texts, ain’t sendin’ kites, yeah
He said “keep that on lock”, I say “you know this shit, it’s stife”, yeah
It’s absolute, yeah (yeah) I’m back, reboot (it’s lit!)
LaFerrari to Jamba Juice, yeah (skrrt, skrrt)
We back on the road, they jumpin’ off, no parachute, yeah
Shawty in the back, she said she workin’ on her glutes, yeah (oh my God)
Ain’t by the book, yeah, this how it look, yeah
‘Bout a check, yeah, (check) just check the foots, yeah
Pass this to my daughter, I’ma show her what it took (yeah)
Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook
Yeah