Tampa Bay Bustdown

by Yung Gravy feat Y2K, Chief Keef

443
[Intro]
D           Bm
Bang, bang, bang
 
G   D   G
 
[Chorus]
                                      D
Baby, cock the Glock and then I let it spray
               G
Bust it out the Chevrolet
D            Bm
Goin' fishing for your bitch today
A           G         F#
We drunk in Tampa Bay (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Em                 G               D
And we gon’ hit a lick, we getting rich today
 
[Verse 1]
D
I got all these horses, howdy partner
D
Runnin' through the crib with a stick like Harry Potter (Bang, bang)
D
Go 'head run it back, we can get it Mary Poppin’
            G                         D
Since I got guap, these bitches can't tell me nothin'
G
Girl I'm numb and I ain't feelin' nothin' (Yee-haw)
                                          D
Why you got a pistol? You ain't killin’ nothin’
                                                G
Ring ring, we got the drop, we finna drop every opp (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
D                                         Bm
Hopped in the 'Rari, and told that bitch "Giddy up" (Ayy, ffft)
A        G              D
And they seen us pull up
            Em
No we ain’t slippin', ra-ra-ra (Fa-fa-fa)
D
Hit 'em up (Hit 'em up)
 
[Chorus]
                                      D
Baby, cock the Glock and then I let it spray
               G
Bust it out the Chevrolet
D            Bm
Goin' fishing for your bitch today
A           G         F#
We drunk in Tampa Bay (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Em                 G               D
And we gon’ hit a lick, we getting rich today
 
[Verse 2]
D
Ayy, baptized in the Chattahoochee
D
Trailer park coochie, steel-toed Gucci's (Woah nelly)
G
F150, whip it like a hooptie
D
Pull up to the Garth Brooks show for the groupies
                       G                  D
Shootin' ducks, bitch, we don't fuck with ducks, bitch
G
I turned to Tucker and I said
 
[Chorus]
                                      D
Baby, cock the Glock and then I let it spray
               G
Bust it out the Chevrolet
D            Bm
Goin' fishing for your bitch today
A           G         F#
We drunk in Tampa Bay (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Em                 G               D
And we gon’ hit a lick, we getting rich today
              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
And we gon hit a lick we getting rich today

I got all these horses howdy partner
Running 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 nothing
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' fishing 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 fifty whip it like a hooptie
Pull up to the Garth Brooks show for the groupies
Shooting 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' fishing for your bitch today
We drunk in Tampa Bay
And we gon hit a lick we getting rich today              
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