Y/Yung Gravy/Tampa Bay Bustdown (feat. Chief Keef & Y2K)
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 todayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
