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 a '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)