Shot Off Gumbo YTB Fatt, Moneybagg Yo & Fat Wizza

[Intro: YTB Fatt]
(Dee, you poppin' your shit, nigga)
Yeah, uh, uh, uh-huh
I just got off the plane with this shit, man
Back in that 'Iami, man, just left New York
I'm back in that 'Iami, though
Uh, yeah, uh

[Chorus: YTB Fatt]
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
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 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

[Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo]
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)
Pint of drank and a Gumbo 'bow (Nope)
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 fulus (Money)
Wockesha deuce only thing in my juice
These brown Rick Owens same color that dog food, free 42 (Dugg)