Tampa Bay Bustdown Songtext
von Yung Gravy feat. Chief Keef & Y2K

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
Ayy, ayy, ayy
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