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lirik lagu shot off gumbo – ytb fatt, moneybagg yo & fat wizza

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[intro: ytb fatt]
(dee, you poppin’ your sh*t, n*gga)
yea, uh, uh, uh*uh
i just got off the plane with this sh*t, man
back in miami, man, just left new york
i’m back in miami tho
uh, yea, uh

[chorus: ytb fatt]
all these hoes tryna lock in with a young n*gga 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 n*gga reach for this
n*ggas be talkin’ tough as h*ll till you bump down on ’em with that switch
n*gga, my life so lit right now, might pull a hannah montana round this b*tch
i be tellin’ them hoes my city ain’t with the baby momma sh*t
n*gga, this sh*t bread gang, the loaf boyz finna take over the industry
walkin’ through the airport with 17 thousand, the police ain’t taking sh*t
[verse 1: moneybagg yo]
b*tch, 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 woah (d*mn)
bread gang got the sh*t by the loaf (boyz)
nothin’ but real n*ggas, 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)

[chorus: ytb fatt]
all these hoes tryna lock in with a young n*gga 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 n*gga reach for this
n*ggas be talkin’ tough as h*ll till you bump down on ’em with that switch
n*gga, my life so lit right now, might pull a hannah montana round this b*tch
i be tellin’ them hoes my city ain’t with the baby momma sh*t
n*gga, this sh*t bread gang, the loaf boyz finna take over the industry
walkin’ through the airport with 17 thousand, the police ain’t taking sh*t

[verse 2: ytb fatt]
joe and bad tryna keep me out the trenches, they know i’mma 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 k!ll my n*gga for always stretching they sh*t
bagg came, got a fox up out the hood ’cause he like how i talk the sh*t
50 thousand dollars in my bag, i’m on the floor with the sh*t
me and [?] 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
[verse 3: fat wizza]
yea, yea
you n*ggas 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*ck this music sh*t, they trap [?]
we shooting sh*t, go
this sh*t on the floor, 35 hunnid, my louis coat, aye
my lil n*gga pull up and shoot ’em, move like [?], aye
you want gumbo in the city you get from bama joe, aye
come get you a turkey back, come spend your ham n low (shot off)

[chorus: ytb fatt]
all these hoes tryna lock in with a young n*gga 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 n*gga reach for this
n*ggas be talkin’ tough as h*ll till you bump down on ’em with that switch
n*gga, my life so lit right now, might pull a hannah montana round this b*tch
i be tellin’ them hoes my city ain’t with the baby momma sh*t
n*gga, this sh*t bread gang, the loaf boyz finna take over the industry
walkin’ through the airport with 17 thousand, the police ain’t taking sh*t

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