(Dee, you poppin' your shit, nigga)
Yea, 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
[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 momma 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)
Painted drank and a gumbo boat (nope)
Heavy motion, got the 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 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 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 momma 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 2: YTB Fatt]
Joe and bad tryna keep me out the trenches, they know I'mma 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 praying the juggers don't kill my nigga for always stretchin' 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 this shit
Me and kicking shit 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]
Yeah, yeah
You niggas 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
We shooting shit, go
This shit on the floor, thirty-five hunnid, my Louis coat, aye
My lil' nigga pull up and shoot 'em, move like, aye
You want gumbo in the city, you get it 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 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 momma 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