Yung Gravy, Chief Keef, Y2K - Tampa Bay Bustdown Lyrics

Bang, bang, bang

Baby, cock the Glock and then I let it spray
Bust it out the Chevrolet
Goin' fishing for your bitch today
We drunk in Tampa Bay (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And we gon' hit a lick, we getting rich today

I got all these horses, howdy partner
Runnin' through the crib with a stick like Harry Potter (bang, bang)
Go 'head run it back, we can get it Mary Poppin'
Since I got guap, these bitches can't tell me nothin'
Girl I'm numb and I ain't feelin' nothin' (yee haw)
Why you got a pistol? You ain't killin' nothin'
We really got the drop, we finna drop every opp (aye, aye, aye)
Hopped in a 'Rari, and told that bitch giddy up (aye, ffft)
I'm like C-Notes, pull up
No we ain't slippin', ra ra ra (Fa fa fa)
Hit 'em up (Hit 'em up)

Baby, cock the Glock and then I let it spray (bang, bang)
Bust it out the Chevrolet (Chevrolet, aye)
Goin' fishing for your bitch today (your bitch today)
We drunk in Tampa Bay (Tampa Bay)
And we gon' hit a lick, we getting rich today

Aye, baptized in the Chattahoochee
Trailer park coochie, steel-toed Gucci's (whoa nelly)
F150, whip it like a hooptie
Pull up to the Garth Brooks show for the groupies
Shootin' ducks, bitch, we don't fuck with ducks, bitch
I turned to Tucker and I said

Baby, cock the Glock and then I let it spray (bang, bang, bang)
Bust it out the Chevrolet (Chevrolet, aye)
Goin' fishing for your bitch today (your bitch today)
We drunk in Tampa Bay (Tampa Bay)
And we gon' hit a lick, we getting rich today (yee haw)