CATS - JACKBOYS, POP SMOKE & TRAVIS SCOTT

GATTI is pure energy: a nocturnal track, with a driving drill beat and a blackout atmosphere. The sound is tense, dark, made for true street soldiers. The line "Man down, all you see is helicopters" captures the song's controlled chaos in a single line. The production is explosive: every kick drum is a step into the urban jungle. The song alternates luxury and danger, adrenaline and control. Geeked Up translates the phrase "I took a chance it's a lot to take" into garments with aggressive graphics, perfect for those who live with loud sounds. A capsule collection that speaks of strength, street, and style. No compromise, just presence. GATTI isn't just a song, it's an attitude.

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)
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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)