Shot Off Gumbo

(Dee, you poppin' your shit)
Yeah, uh, uh, uh-huh
I just got off the plane with this shit, bruh
Back in that 'Iami, man, just left New York
I'm back in the 'Iami, 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, yeah
Twenty-five thousand in traffic in New
York, I dare a nigga reach for this

Niggas be talkin' tough as hell 'til
You bump down on 'em with that switch
My life so lit right now, might pull
A Hannah Montana 'round this bitch
I be tellin' them hoes in my city I ain't with that baby mama shit
Fuck Bread Gang, the Loaf Boyz finna take over the industry
Walkin' through the airport with seventeen
Thousand, the police ain't takin' shit

That ain't who you used to know (No)
I done shot off to the mula (Gone)
Still order me a 4 for 4 (For real)
Pint of drank and a Gumbo 'bow (No)
Heavy motion, got this shit on the floor (Yup)
Room lookin' like a scene from Blow (Movie)

All blues, big racks like woah (Damn)
Bread Gang, got this shit by the loaf (Boyz)
Nothin' but real niggas, couple hitters
And dope boys in this loop (Them Loafs)
Pull up, SF90 coupe, I'm playin' with plenty of 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, yeah
Twenty-five thousand in traffic in New
York, I dare a nigga reach for this

Niggas be talkin' tough as hell 'til
You bump down on 'em with that switch
My life so lit right now, might pull
A Hannah Montana 'round this bitch
I be tellin' them hoes in my city I ain't with that baby mama shit
Fuck Bread Gang, the Loaf Boyz finna take over the industry
Walkin' through the airport with seventeen
Thousand, the police ain't takin' shit

Joe and Bagg tryna keep me out the
Trenches, they know I'm a gunslinger

I be tellin' my city I just rap, but bro'nem got that nigga
That's the pack, bro just stepped on it

I be prayin' the junkies don't kill my
Niggas for always stretchin' they shit
Bagg came, got a fox up out the hood '
Cause he like how I talk to bitches
Fifty thousand dollars in my bag, I'm on the floor with this bitch
Me and Shot Off kickin' shit with Meek
Mill, this came from takin' risks
Forty thousand feet in the air on the
Jet, if it crash, I went out lit (Yeah)

Yeah, you niggas ain't smokin' this

Hundred pounds of Shot Off got my
Wrist lookin' like Luka shit (Pow, pow)

Gumbo on my pendant, it look two-tone when that Cuban hit (Two-tone)
I'm trappin', fuck this music (I'm trappin')
They tried me, sent a Boosie hit (We shootin' shit, go)
This shit on the floor (On the floor)
Thirty-five hundred my Louis coat (Louis coat), ayy

My lil' niggas pull up and shoot a
Movie like Louie Knows (He know), ayy
You want Gumbo (Gumbo), in the city
You get it from 'Bama Joe ('Bama Joe), ayy
Come get you a turkey bag, come spend your
Ham and loaf (Come spend your loaf, 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, yeah
Twenty-five thousand in traffic in New
York, I dare a nigga reach for this

Niggas be talkin' tough as hell 'til
You bump down on 'em with that switch
My life so lit right now, might pull
A Hannah Montana 'round this bitch
I be tellin' them hoes in my city I ain't with that baby mama shit
Fuck Bread Gang, the Loaf Boyz finna take over the industry
Walkin' through the airport with seventeen
Thousand, the police ain't takin' shit