Chief Keef, Y2K , Yung Gravy - Tampa Bay Bustdown lyrics
Chief Keef [Keith Farrelle Cozart] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Chief Keef, Y2K , Yung Gravy - Tampa Bay Bustdown lyrics]
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)
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)