Bodega BAMZ - Gato lyrics

[Verse 1: Bodega Bamz] Chachooo, that's the life of a gato Big cat, mixing up with the Sazon Did that, I remind them of Lavoe 2 hours, Came late to my own show El Watusi, Hiyabusa, Pop willies Watch movies, halfway, shawty do me Missed calls, I counted like twenty That n***a interrupting my headyyy Moe Moe Moe Ima ignannt fella And shawty left you cause I listen better And I get you angry, but I ain't get you angry Blame her, only her, if it makes you happy Called a taxi Send her back home with the shame face Sex anywhere I don't come from the same place All the time high, I don't come with the same stakes 1 of 1 No namesake Sazon [Verse 2: Nitty Scott] Just out sold out Tokyo Y'all know who it be, the yogi wit da Bori flow Hate bogies but I'm always wit a smokey hoe No karaoke though, these n***as all Pinocchio I'm like okey-doke Send 'em to the chokey bro I ain't really here to add to your portfolio I been up, marauding on award tour Check the scoreboard, who I'm doing scores for Zoolander, know these bamas wanna ban her Catch in me in the bando with a tan bandana Gah damn, I be rocking like ya man Santana If you wanna eat Chiquita gotta show me the banana Wrecka since the first EP Only chick wit chancletas on B-E-T When if pop, better not, call it P-O-P They don't want me on the charts, what if we odee? I heard b**hes think we waiting on batons You the only one nervous at the marathon Promise when I get it I won't forget all my b**hes Imma show you how to go for ya riches, & PUT 'EM ON Think you betta, s** a teta, puñeta Might straight ash on ya tape, it's so mierda I'm baked, making a plate of chuletas All my girls came to play, they muñecas [Verse 3: Joell Ortiz] Chacho Live the life of a Gato Big cat and the 5th with the kick back Wrist wrapped and the Roley don't tic-tock My chick back Look like she only did squats Bad b**h uptown like Whoa Can't look down when I f** her like whoa Man I'm blessed, Fort Knox near my chest Got it on me even in my sweats Be my guest Rap n***as know how I mastered the flow Racks on the road, yea they packed at the do' After the show I'm relaxed wit ya hoe Back at the Hotel gla**es of mo Got some Ricans in the dirty dirty They one whistle away from New Jersey, heard me? Chacho, head honchom muchacho No mentiroso papa let shots blow