YSN TM - Tampa Bay (Buckaneer) Lyrics

For the gang, n***a
YSM, mob shit, n***a
Turn gang, don't get burnt, n***a
N***a, yeah
Look
Need the whole gang, gone from tryna tweak with me
We from 20 different damn gangs, I need six from each
Choppin' bows with my gang, land feelin' like I'm AJ
Know his eyes gettin' left if he try to reach
I'm in the striker outside, I'm tryna catch him some
Like a dirty ass lil' dish, I'ma wet me some
Boyz are back on the floor, I told him fetch me some
And roll up that dead n***a, I like hot
He know n****s say he shot at me and I ain't shot back
Do not try to play me like a lick
Cause I'm not that
Oh, you lookin' for that G lock on my hip
Yeah, I got that
Roll that dead n***a, step on up, I like that top rack
Man, I'm the biggest holler on, that's why they want my head
30 on the blick, but when I walk, it's one up in the head
A lot of n****s still catchin' that belt, standin' on what I said
Catch a opp, I'm throwin' at his ass, I'm clappin' at his head
I'm tryna lay him down, hit him with a 30 round
Put that flashlight in his eyes, he's lookin' blurry
My power jug just hit my phone, man, I heard it
I'm in a 30, I would hit that n***a back, feel like he curved
I'm dumped inside when I'm in Tampa, but I'm not with Betty
I cannot name a place I went and I didn't have drugs
I'm the type to bounce out on your ass and hit you in your face
I feel stuff for baby, I need you to take this ride with me
Know that n***a not no damn shooter, he can't slide with me
I slam my damn Uber out, he get to driving me
Do not try to run away or do you like me
It's the opp back hittin' in my chest
That's the shots when they at your neck
I been in the game all day and I ain't broke no sweat
Baby, out that bitch, you comin' home soon
Tryna sweep the opps off the map, I don't need no room
Man, I can make some shit, Shay, just put me in the room
You be smokin' on that cheap loony, tryna face team
I'm the type to put it in your face, don't try to back down
Dog cat backin' on that bitch, then she got smacked down
I'm a hopper to Lil Ray, he in the pack now
You can come 10 poles deep, I still won't back down
I ain't send a mob around this bitch, I run your track, nigga
Nigga, give it up, don't come around if it ain't time
Man, I'm the type to hit you up
The opps, man, they f*ckin' suck
When I up this big bitch on you, man, you better duck
Yeah, I just rammed your lil' bitch, but I ain't in no truck
Ain't in no damn Milwaukee, I be chasin' bucks
I'ma leave your bitch around me, I'll take no suck
Playin' with my topsy, bitch, feelin' sad, I'll place you next
Shoot his ass right up in the chest, the K-8, I'm not
All you want on fire, ass, boatin', I need every place
I been with me, did some gas, so it's gon' get you, yeah
His ass got that shit the worst, they left his ass for dead
You not wanna take, dude, serious, heard his ass is big
I'ma spend on this one opp, put his ass to bed
Write J-O-G, jump out, gang, if you know, you know
Do not try to play that role again, cause we be quick to blow
You is not talkin' bout no money, I'ma tell you, no
Really tryna get up on this, I been tryna up the stuff
Yeah, nigga
For my brother, nigga, for my homie
I ain't send a f*ckin' mob around this bitch, I run your track, nigga
Yeah
Yeah