Moneybagg Yo – Shot Off Gumbo (feat. YTB Fatt & Fat Wizza) L

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Shot Off Gumbo

Moneybagg Yo (feat. YTB Fatt & Fat Wizza)

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"Shot Off Gumbo." - Moneybagg Yo (feat. YTB Fatt & Fat Wizza)

Monday, 19 October 2026, 02:59 am

Album: Hard To Love

Track No: 10

Dee, you poppin' your shit, ****
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 **** 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 **** reach for this
**** be talkin' tough as hell till you bump down on 'em with that switch
****, 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
****, this shit Bread Gang, the Loaf Boyz finna take over the industry
Walkin' through the airport with seventeen 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 hoe (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 (Boyz)
Nothin' but real ****, 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 **** 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 **** reach for this
**** be talkin' tough as hell till you bump down on 'em with that switch
****, 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
****, this shit Bread Gang, the Loaf Boyz finna take over the industry
Walkin' through the airport with seventeen 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 'nem got that shit
That's the pack, bro just stepped on it
I be praying the juggers don't kill my **** for always stretching they shit
Bagg came, got a fox up out the hood 'cause he like how I talk the shit
Fifty 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
Forty thousand feet in the air on the jet, if it crash out when I leap
Yeah, yeah
You **** 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, aye
My lil **** pull up and shoot 'em, move like LOUIEKNOWS, 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)
All these hoes tryna lock in with a young **** 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 **** reach for this
**** be talkin' tough as hell till you bump down on 'em with that switch
****, 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
****, this shit Bread Gang, the Loaf Boyz finna take over the industry
Walkin' through the airport with seventeen thousand, the police ain't taking shit

Writer(s): Demario Dewayne White, Jr., Cavon Paige, Marcus Jones, Darius Henry, Rondreze Hicks & Amman Nurani.

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