Shot Off Gumbo lyrics

[Intro: YTB Fatt]
(Dee, you poppin' your sh*t, n*gga)
Yeah, uh, uh, uh-huh
I just got off the plane with this sh*t, man
Back in that 'Iami, man, just left New York
I'm back in that 'Iami, though
Uh, yeah, uh

[Chorus: YTB Fatt]
All these hoes tryna lock in with a young n*gga since I got rich
Shot Off Gumbo and some drank only thing in my mix
Yeah, twenty-five thousand in traffic in New York, I dare a n*gga reach for this
n*ggas be talkin' tough as hell 'til you bump down on 'em with that switch
n*gga, my life so lit right now, might pull a Hannah Montana 'round this b*tch
I be tellin' them hoes my city ain't with that baby mama sh*t
n*gga, this sh*t Bread Gang, the Loaf Boyz finna take over the industry
Walkin' through the airport with seventeen thousand, the police ain't takin' sh*t

[Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo]
b*tch, 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)
Pint of drank and a Gumbo 'bow (Nope)
Heavy motion, got this sh*t on the floor (Yup)
Room lookin' like a scene from Blow (Movie)
All blues, big racks like woah (Damn)
Bread Gang, got this sh*t by the loaf (Boyz)
Nothin' but real n*ggas, couple hitters and dope boys in this loop (Them Loafs)
Pull up, SF90 coupe, I'm playin' with plenty fulus (Money)
Wockesha deuce only thing in my juice
These brown Rick Owens same color that dog food, free 42 (Dugg)
[Chorus: YTB Fatt]
All these hoes tryna lock in with a young n*gga since I got rich
Shot Off Gumbo and some drank only thing in my mix
Yeah, twenty-five thousand in traffic in New York, I dare a n*gga reach for this
n*ggas be talkin' tough as hell 'til you bump down on 'em with that switch
n*gga, my life so lit right now, might pull a Hannah Montana 'round this b*tch
I be tellin' them hoes my city ain't with that baby mama sh*t
n*gga, this sh*t Bread Gang, the Loaf Boyz finna take over the industry
Walkin' through the airport with seventeen thousand, the police ain't takin' sh*t

[Verse 2: YTB Fatt]
Joe and Bagg tryna keep me out the trenches, they know I'ma gun some sh*t
I be tellin' my city, "I just rap," but bronem got that sh*t
That's the pack, bro just stepped on it
I be prayin' the junkies don't kill my n*gga for always stretchin' they sh*t
Bagg came, got a fox up out the hood 'cause he like how I talk this sh*t
Fifty thousand dollars in my bag, I'm on the floor with this sh*t
Me and Shot Off kickin' sh*t with Meek Mill, this came from takin' risks
Forty thousand feet in the air on the jet, if it crash, I went out lit

[Verse 3: Fat Wizza]
Yeah, yeah, you n*ggas ain't smokin' it
Hundred pounds of Shot Off, got my wrist lookin' like Luka sh*t
Gumbo on my pendant, it look two-tone when the Cuban hit
I'm trappin', f*ck this music sh*t
They trap me, send a Boosie hit
We shootin' sh*t, go
This sh*t on the floor
Thirty-five hundred my Louis coat
Ayy, my lil' n*gga pull up and shoot a movie like Louie Knows
Ayy, if you want Gumbo in the city, you get it from 'Bama Joe
Ayy, come get you a turkey bag, come spend your ham and loaf
Shot Off
[Chorus: YTB Fatt]
All these hoes tryna lock in with a young n*gga since I got rich
Shot Off Gumbo and some drank only thing in my mix
Yeah, twenty-five thousand in traffic in New York, I dare a n*gga reach for this
n*ggas be talkin' tough as hell 'til you bump down on 'em with that switch
n*gga, my life so lit right now, might pull a Hannah Montana 'round this b*tch
I be tellin' them hoes my city ain't with that baby mama sh*t
n*gga, this sh*t Bread Gang, the Loaf Boyz finna take over the industry
Walkin' through the airport with seventeen thousand, the police ain't takin' sh*t