Tampa Bay Bustdown

Chief Keef, Yung Gravy, Y2K

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)

Written by: Ari Starace, Keith Cozart, Margaux Lienard, Matthew Hauri, Tobias WilsonLyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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