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

Tampa Bay Bustdown

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