Sorry Mama I'm a Gatboy
Yeah this life and the times of a Gatboy
We posted in the street like everyday we making noise
And we play with toys
Antonio's Bakery going to be the source of coins
Mama I'm so sorry for these choices that I made
I been posted in the streets hustling like everyday
I been flipping packs anything just to get paid
And I won't stop till I get you a car and a place to stay
Nigga I might hit a stain I might hit a lick
While I'm fucking on this bitch
Niggas they be hating, but they talking from a distance
They never know what to expect from me, because I'm different
For instance, when lil shawty give me toppy, sloppy
Like some Ramen noodles
I'm a big dog nigga
You a little poodle my execution is crucial
What I'm spitting is brutal
Run up the racks and run up the digits
Get up off IG and stay out your feelings
Me and fake niggas we got no dealings
I'm in a Tonka with stars in the ceiling
Some of my niggas they drug dealing
Most of my niggas they love sipping
I'm going crazy they think that I'm tripping
But I'm a Gatboy you can't change how I'm living
Yeah this life and the times of a Gatboy
We posted in the street like everyday we making noise
And we play with toys
Antonio's Bakery going to be the source of coins
Mama I'm so sorry for these choices that I made
I been posted in the streets hustling like everyday
I been flipping packs anything just to get paid
And I won't stop till I get you a car and a place to stay
We posted in the street like everyday we making noise
And we play with toys
Antonio's Bakery going to be the source of coins
Mama I'm so sorry for these choices that I made
I been posted in the streets hustling like everyday
I been flipping packs anything just to get paid
And I won't stop till I get you a car and a place to stay
Nigga I might hit a stain I might hit a lick
While I'm fucking on this bitch
Niggas they be hating, but they talking from a distance
They never know what to expect from me, because I'm different
For instance, when lil shawty give me toppy, sloppy
Like some Ramen noodles
I'm a big dog nigga
You a little poodle my execution is crucial
What I'm spitting is brutal
Run up the racks and run up the digits
Get up off IG and stay out your feelings
Me and fake niggas we got no dealings
I'm in a Tonka with stars in the ceiling
Some of my niggas they drug dealing
Most of my niggas they love sipping
I'm going crazy they think that I'm tripping
But I'm a Gatboy you can't change how I'm living
Yeah this life and the times of a Gatboy
We posted in the street like everyday we making noise
And we play with toys
Antonio's Bakery going to be the source of coins
Mama I'm so sorry for these choices that I made
I been posted in the streets hustling like everyday
I been flipping packs anything just to get paid
And I won't stop till I get you a car and a place to stay
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Writer(s): Shilombe Makwakwa
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