All Eyes On Gabtoli
[MooPac:]
Raja Babu, Gayal, Mirakadim. Y'all know how this go, all eyes on Gabtoli, The OG
Roll up in the haat, is that right? All eyes on me, but you know what?
I bet you got it twisted you don't know who to trust
Where is the promised market that would bring millions for us
I thought there would people here who would holla when they see me.
And I'll never let him be sorry for the day my human finally freed me
I was promised a caravan now every time I ride
Mooin' at every car that we pass by.
Until I die; I was to live the life of a boss cow
Cause now even when I'm tied, I bet a better life is starting right now
The futures in my eyes, cause all I want is grass and things
A five-double-oh Semi-truck, flauntin' new garlands and flashy rings
So many men were promised to pursue me like a dream
But one swift kick and been known to disappear 'fore your eyes like a dope fiend
It seems, my main thing was to get my humans major paid
They saw my hump and said it was sharper than a razor blade
Before I left, I told the forgotten humwoman to depend on me like the first and fifteenth
They might hold me for a second, but these punks won't get me
We had four cows, in a truck, and eight horns, screamin' COW LIFE every time we pass -- that's how we warn.
Live the life of a thug city cow, till I die.
Live the life of a cow boss, off these dope city GMO grass gettin' high.
All eyes on Gabtoli,
Why is it empty?
The beards are watchin', they are plottin' to get me
Will I survive, will I die, largely depended on my Indian cousins in Gabtoli
Now they tryin' to price me on the roadside at 40 grand. Man say I am eighty,
I moo to say I was raised wrong, but come over and weigh me,
I got all the teeth you need, And unlike Gayal, I'm not crazy
Plus, what you even want with me all alone?
I thought it was your piety that would reach him, and not my bones.
But now packin' hundreds in my drawers; frick the law
How did I go from the promised beautiful exhibition to livin' rough and raw
Thought I'd be catchin' eyes at a fast rate, ballin' in the fast lane
I been Hustlin' 'til the mornin', and won't have stopped until the cash came
The money is mandatory, I bet all these garlands are for my stress
This city lifestyle huh? They even got me equipped with a harness
I tell my human "Make sure your eyes is on the mill ticket"
Get your money next year, you rascal, let's get rich and we'll kick it
Live the life of a thug city cow, till I die.
Live the life of a cow boss, off these dope city GMO grass gettin' high.
All eyes on Gabtoli,
Why is it empty?
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