Shot Off Gumbo
Dee, you poppin' your shit, nigga
Yeah, uh, uh, uh-huh
I just got off the plane with this shit, man
Back in Miami, man, just left New York
I'm back in Miami though
Uh, yeah, 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 boys 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 four for four (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 whoa (Damn)
Bread Gang got the shit by the loaf (boys)
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 boys 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'ma gun some shit
I be tellin' my city, I just rap, but bro 'n 'em 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 shot off, 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
Yeah, yeah
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 me, sayin' a Boosie hit
We shooting shit, go
This shit on the floor, 35 hunnid, my Louis coat, ay
My lil nigga pull up and shoot 'em, move like Louieknows, ay
You want gumbo in the city you get from Bama Joe, ay
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 boys finna
Take over the industry
Walkin' through the airport with 17 thousand
The police ain't taking shit
Yeah, uh, uh, uh-huh
I just got off the plane with this shit, man
Back in Miami, man, just left New York
I'm back in Miami though
Uh, yeah, 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 boys 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 four for four (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 whoa (Damn)
Bread Gang got the shit by the loaf (boys)
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 boys 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'ma gun some shit
I be tellin' my city, I just rap, but bro 'n 'em 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 shot off, 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
Yeah, yeah
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 me, sayin' a Boosie hit
We shooting shit, go
This shit on the floor, 35 hunnid, my Louis coat, ay
My lil nigga pull up and shoot 'em, move like Louieknows, ay
You want gumbo in the city you get from Bama Joe, ay
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 boys finna
Take over the industry
Walkin' through the airport with 17 thousand
The police ain't taking shit
Credits
Writer(s): Demario Dewayne Jr White, Amman Nurani, Rondreze Hicks, Darius Gerome Henry
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