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

Baby cock the Glock and then I let it spray
Bust it out the Chevrolet
Goin' fishin' for your bitch today
We drunk in Tampa Bay
And we gon' hit a lick we gettin' rich today

I got all these horses howdy partner
Runnin' through the crib with a stick like Harry Potter
Bang bang
Go ahead run up and we can get it Mary Poppins
Since I got guap these bitches can't tell me nothin'
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' fishin' 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 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 turn to Tucker and I said

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