[Intro: YTB Fatt]
(Dee, you poppin' your shit, n***a)
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 n***a 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 n***a reach for this
N***as be talkin' tough as hell 'til you bump down on 'em with that switch
N***a, 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
N***a, 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 n***as, 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)
[Chorus: YTB Fatt]
All these hoes tryna lock in with a young n***a 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 n***a reach for this
N***as be talkin' tough as hell 'til you bump down on 'em with that switch
N***a, 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
N***a, 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 2: YTB Fatt]
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 bronem got that shit
That's the pack, bro just stepped on it
I be prayin' the junkies don't kill my n***a for always stretchin' they shit
Bagg came, got a fox up out the hood 'cause he like how I talk this shit
Fifty thousand dollars in my bag, I'm on the floor with this shit
Me and Shot Off kickin' shit with Meek Mill, this came from takin' risks
Forty thousand feet in the air on the jet, if it crash, I went out lit

[Verse 3: Fat Wizza]
Yeah, yeah, you n***as ain't smokin' it
Hundred 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 hundred my Louis coat
Ayy, my lil' n***a pull up and shoot a movie like Louie Knows
Ayy, if you want Gumbo in the city, you get it from 'Bama Joe
Ayy, come get you a turkey bag, come spend your ham and loaf
Shot Off
[Chorus: YTB Fatt]
All these hoes tryna lock in with a young n***a 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 n***a reach for this
N***as be talkin' tough as hell 'til you bump down on 'em with that switch
N***a, 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
N***a, 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