Tampa Bay Bustdown - Yung Gravy, Chief Keef, Y2K

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

And we gon hit a lick we getting rich today

I got all these horses howdy partner

Running through the crib with a stick like Harry Potter

Bang bang

Go ahead run up and we can get it Mary Poppin

Since I got guap these bitches can’t tell me nothing

Girl I’m numb and I ain’t feelin' nothin'

Why you got a pistol you ain’t killing nothin'

Ring ring we got the drop

We finna drop every opp

Aye aye aye

Hop in the rari and tell that bitch giddy up

And they seen us pull up

No we ain’t slippin'

Fah fah fah hit em up

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

And we gon hit a lick we getting rich today

Baptized in the Chattahoochee

Trailer park coochie

Steel toe Gucci’s

F-150 fifty whip it like a hooptie

Pull up to the Garth Brooks show for the groupies

Shooting ducks bitch

We don’t fuck with ducks bitch

I turn to Tucker and I said

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

And we gon hit a lick we getting rich today