Bang, bang, bang
[Chorus: Yung Gravy & Chief Keef]
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 (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And we gon’ hit a lick, we getting rich today
[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
I got all these horses, howdy partner
Runnin' through the crib with a stick like Harry Potter (Bang, bang)
Go 'head run it back, 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’ nothin’
We really got the drop, we finna drop every opp (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Hopped in 'Rari, and told that bitch "Giddy up" (Ayy, ffft)
I’m like C-Notes, pull up
No we ain't slippin', ra-ra-ra (Fa-fa-fa)
Hit 'em up (Hit ’em up)
[Chorus: Yung Gravy & Chief Keef]
Baby, cock the Glock and then I let it spray (Bang, bang)
Bust it out the Chevrolet (Chevrolet, ayy)
Goin' fishing for your bitch today (Your bitch today)
We drunk in Tampa Bay (Tampa Bay)
And we gon' hit a lick, we getting rich today
[Verse 2: Yung Gravy]
Ayy, baptized in the Chattahoochee
Trailer park coochie, steel-toed Gucci's (Woah nelly)
F150, whip it like a hootie
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
[Chorus: Yung Gravy & Chief Keef]
Baby, cock the Glock and then I let it spray (Bang, bang, bang)
Bust it out the Chevrolet (Chevrolet, ayy)
Goin' fishing 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)
[Intro: Chief Keef] Bang, bang, bang [Chorus: Yung Gravy & Chief Keef] 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 (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) And we gon’ hit a lick, we getting rich today [Verse 1: Chief Keef] I got all these horses, howdy partner Runnin' through the crib with a stick like Harry Potter (Bang, bang) Go 'head run it back, 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’ nothin’ We really got the drop, we finna drop every opp (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Hopped in 'Rari, and told that bitch "Giddy up" (Ayy, ffft) I’m like C-Notes, pull up No we ain't slippin', ra-ra-ra (Fa-fa-fa) Hit 'em up (Hit ’em up) [Chorus: Yung Gravy & Chief Keef] Baby, cock the Glock and then I let it spray (Bang, bang) Bust it out the Chevrolet (Chevrolet, ayy) Goin' fishing for your bitch today (Your bitch today) We drunk in Tampa Bay (Tampa Bay) And we gon' hit a lick, we getting rich today [Verse 2: Yung Gravy] Ayy, baptized in the Chattahoochee Trailer park coochie, steel-toed Gucci's (Woah nelly) F150, whip it like a hootie 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 [Chorus: Yung Gravy & Chief Keef] Baby, cock the Glock and then I let it spray (Bang, bang, bang) Bust it out the Chevrolet (Chevrolet, ayy) Goin' fishing 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) Explain Request ×
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