GATTI - JACKBOYS, POP SMOKE & TRAVIS SCOTT

GATTI è pura energia: una traccia notturna, con beat drill incalzante e atmosfera da blackout. Il suono è teso, scuro, fatto per i veri street soldiers. Il verso “Man down, all you see is helicopters” cattura in una riga tutto il caos controllato del pezzo. La produzione è esplosiva: ogni colpo di cassa è un passo nella giungla urbana. Il brano alterna lusso e pericolo, adrenalina e controllo. Geeked up traduce la frase “I took a chance it’s a lot to take” in capi con grafiche aggressive, perfette per chi vive col volume alto. Una capsule che parla di forza, strada e stile. Nessun compromesso, solo presenza. GATTI non è solo un pezzo, è un’attitudine.

TESTO CANZONE

AXL

Hahaha, huh? Hahaha
Tired of niggas cappin' (Tired of niggas cappin')
Trap House Mob
Niggas frontin' their jewels (Yeah, this is a Melo beat)

They ain't expectin' this one (That is not them)

Facts, my bitch love coco (Haha)

Woo back, baby (Woo back, baby), woo (Haha, yeah)

Let me see some, okay, okay (I see you, shoutout bro), okay, okay (Don't fuck around)

Look, you cannot say Pop and forget the Smoke (Nah)

I'm from the Floss where niggas tote (Woo)

They couldn't be Crip, so they turned Folk (Baow)
Drivin' through the 'Ville, droppin' a Cho (Grr)
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' too hotty (Baow, baow)

Givin' Pacs like, "Who shot ya?" (Grr)

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 (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 (That's a fact)
If you want smoke (If you want smoke)
'Cause, boy, I can send 'em ('Cause, boy, I can send 'em)
And I got a bad bitch, ass up (Hahaha)
Face down (Face down), yeah, she love doggystyle (Uh-huh)
And she got a Louis bag (Yeah), that hold the extendo (Woo, woo)

Okay, okay (Okay, okay)
Okay, okay (Okay, okay)
See rap shows near Milan
Get tickets as low as $128

Facts, my bitch love coco (Haha)
Woo back, baby (Woo back, baby), woo
Let me see some, okay, okay (I see you), okay, okay (Don't fuck around)
My bitch love coco (Haha)
Woo back, baby (Woo back, baby), woo
Let me see some, okay, okay (I see you), okay, okay (Don't fuck around, 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

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 word, bet it reach (Reach)
Wearin' pearls, expensive beads (Beads)
I only hurl at my peak (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 enough (Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah)

My bitch love coco (Haha)
Woo back, baby (Woo back, baby), woo
Let me see some, okay, okay (I see you), okay, okay (Don't fuck around)
My bitch love coco (Haha)
Woo back, baby (Woo back, baby), woo
Let me see some, okay, okay (I see you), okay, okay (Don't fuck around)