Tampa Bay Bustdown (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 (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' nothing

Ring-ring, we got the drop

We finna drop every opp, ay, ay, ay

Hopped in the 'Rari and told that bitch, "Giddy up," (Ay, 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, ay)

Goin' fishin' for your bitch today (Your bitch today)

We drunk in Tampa Bay (Tampa Bay)

And we gon' hit a lick, we getting rich today

Ay, baptized in the Chattahoochee

Trailer park coochie, steel-toed Gucci's (Whoa nelly)

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 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, ay)

Goin' fishin' 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)