Shot Off Gumbo

(Dee, you poppin' your shit, nigga)
Yeah, uh, uh, uh-uh
I just got off the plane with this shit, man
Back in Miami, man, just left New York
I'm stayin' in Miami though
Uh, yeah, uh

All these hoes tryna lock in with a young nigga since I got rich
Shotoff, 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
Nigga, my life so lit right now, might pull a Hannah Montana 'round this bitch
I be tellin' them hoes my city I ain't with that baby mama shit
Nigga, this shit Bread Gang, the Loaf Boyz finna take over the industry
Walkin' through the airport with seventeen thousand, the police ain't takin' 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 lookin' 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 as that dog food
Free 42 (Dugg)

All these hoes tryna lock in with a young nigga since I got rich
Shotoff, 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
Nigga, my life so lit right now, might pull a Hannah Montana 'round this bitch
I be tellin' them hoes my city I ain't with that baby mama shit
Nigga, this shit 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'ma 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 prayin' the juggers don't kill my nigga for always stretchin' they shit
Bagg came, got a fox up out the hood 'cause he like how I talk the shit
Fifty thousand dollars in my bag, I'm on the floor with the shit
Me and Shotoff kickin' shit with Meek Mill, this came from takin' risks
Forty thousand feet in the air on the jet, if it crash out when I leap

Yeah, yeah
You niggas ain't smokin' it
Hunnid pounds of shot off got my wrist lookin' 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 send a Boosie hit, we shootin' shit, go
This shit on the floor, thirty-five hunnid, my Louis coat, ayy
My lil' nigga pull up and shoot 'em movie like Lord knows, ayy
You want Gumbo in the city you get from Bama Joe, ayy
Come get you a turkey bag, come spend your Ham 'n' Low
Shotoff

All these hoes tryna lock in with a young nigga since I got rich
Shotoff, 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
Nigga, my life so lit right now, might pull a Hannah Montana 'round this bitch
I be tellin' them hoes my city I ain't with that baby mama shit
Nigga, this shit Bread Gang, the Loaf Boyz finna take over the industry
Walkin' through the airport with seventeen thousand, the police ain't takin' shit