Shot Off Gumbo

Shot Off Gumbo Lyrics

Dee, you poppin' your sh*t, nigga
Yeah, uh, uh, uh-huh
I just got off the plane with this sh*t, 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
Twenty-five 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 b**ch
I be tellin' them hoes my city ain't with the baby momma sh*t
Nigga, this sh*t Bread Gang, the Loaf Boyz finna take over the industry
Walkin' through the airport with seventeen thousand, the police ain't taking sh*t

b**ch, 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 sh*t on the floor (Yup)
Room looking like the scene from Blow (Movie)
All blues, big racks like whoa (Damn)
Bread Gang got the sh*t 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 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
Twenty-five 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 b**ch
I be tellin' them hoes my city ain't with the baby momma sh*t
Nigga, this sh*t Bread Gang, the Loaf Boyz finna take over the industry
Walkin' through the airport with seventeen thousand, the police ain't taking sh*t

Joe and bad tryna keep me out the trenches, they know I'ma gun some sh*t
I be tellin' my city, "I just rap," but bro nem got that sh*t
That's the pack, bro just stepped on it
I be praying the juggers don't kill my nigga for always stretching they sh*t
Bagg came, got a fox up out the hood 'cause he like how I talk the sh*t
Fifty thousand dollars in my bag, I'm on the floor with the sh*t
Me and shot off, kicking sh*t 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 sh*t
Gumbo on my pendant, it look two-tone when the Cuban hit
I'm trappin', f**k this music sh*t, they trap me, sayin' a Boosie hit
We shooting sh*t, go
This sh*t 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
Twenty-five 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 b**ch
I be tellin' them hoes my city ain't with the baby momma sh*t
Nigga, this sh*t Bread Gang, the Loaf Boyz finna take over the industry
Walkin' through the airport with seventeen thousand, the police ain't taking sh*t