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