YTB Fatt, Moneybagg Yo, Fat Wizza - Shot Off Gumbo lyrics

(Dee, you poppin' your shit, nigga)
Yea, uh, uh, uh uh
I just got off the plane with this shit, man
Back in Miami, man, just left New York
I'm back in Miami tho uh, yea, uh

All these hoes tryna lock in with a
Young nigga since I got rich
Shot off gumbo and some drank
Only thing in my mix
25 thousand in traffic in New York
I dare a nigga reach for this
Niggas be talkin' tough as hell till you
Bump down on 'em with that switch
Nigga, my life so lit right now
Might pull a Hannah Montana round this bitch
I be tellin' them hoes my city
Ain't with the baby momma shit
Nigga, this shit Bread Gang
The Loaf Boyz finna take over the industry
Walkin' through the airport with 17 thousand
The police ain't taking shit

Bitch, I ain't who you used to know (nope)
I done shot off to the moon, lil ho (gone)
Still order me a 4 for 4 (for real)
Painted drank and a gumbo boat (nope)
Heavy motion, got the shit on the floor (yup)
Room looking like the scene from Blow (movie)
All blues, big racks like woah (damn)
Bread Gang got the shit by the loaf (Boyz)
Nothin' but real niggas
Couple hittas and dope boys in this loop
(them Loafs) pull up, SF90 coupe
I'm playin' with plenty for loose (money)
Wockesha deuce, only thing in my juice
These brown Rick Owens same
Color that dog food free 42 (Dugg)

All these hoes tryna lock in with a
Young nigga since I got rich
Shot off gumbo and some drank
Only thing in my mix
25 thousand in traffic in New York
I dare a nigga reach for this
Niggas be talkin' tough as hell till you
Bump down on 'em with that switch
Nigga, my life so lit right now
Might pull a Hannah Montana round this bitch
I be tellin' them hoes my city
Ain't with the baby momma shit
Nigga, this shit Bread Gang
The Loaf Boyz finna take over the industry
Walkin' through the airport with 17 thousand
The police ain't taking shit

Joe and bad tryna keep me out the trenches
They know I'mma gun some shit
I be tellin' my city
"I just rap" but bro nem got that shit
That's the pack, bro just stepped on it
I be praying the juggers don't kill my
Nigga for always stretching they shit
Bagg came, got a fox up out the hood 'cause
He like how I talk the shit
50 thousand dollars in my bag
I'm on the floor with the shit
Me and kicking shit with Meek Mill
This came from taking risk
40 thousand feet in the air on the jet
If it crash out when I leap

Yea, yea you niggas ain't smoking it
Hunnid pounds of shot off got my
Wrist looking like luka shit
Gumbo on my pendant
It look two-tone when the Cuban hit
I'm trappin', fuck this music shit, they trap
We shooting shit, go
This shit on the floor, 35
Hunnid, my Louis coat, aye
My lil nigga pull up and
Shoot 'em, move like, aye
You want gumbo in the city
You get from bama joe, aye
Come get you a turkey back
Come spend your ham n low (shot off)

All these hoes tryna lock in with a
Young nigga since I got rich
Shot off gumbo and some drank
Only thing in my mix
25 thousand in traffic in New York
I dare a nigga reach for this
Niggas be talkin' tough as hell till you
Bump down on 'em with that switch
Nigga, my life so lit right now
Might pull a Hannah Montana round this bitch
I be tellin' them hoes my city
Ain't with the baby momma shit
Nigga, this shit Bread Gang
The Loaf Boyz finna take over the industry
Walkin' through the airport with 17 thousand
The police ain't taking shit