Yung Gravy feat Y2K - Tampa Bay Bustdown

[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