Lyrics Tampa Bay Bustdown (with Chief Keef & Y2K) - Y2K , Yung Gravy , Chief Keef

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 ahead run up and 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'
Ring ring, we got the drop, we finna drop every opp (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Hopped in the 'Rari, and tell that bitch "Giddy up" (Ayy, ffft)
And they seen us 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, ayy)
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

Ayy, baptized in the Chattahoochee
Trailer park coochie, steel-toed Gucci's (Woah 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, ayy)
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)