Songwriter: 2 Chainz Dolla Boy
Producer: Hurt (producer) Drew Correa
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
We goin through terbulants, everything up and down
You know not to play with me, you know I don't fuck around
You know that I’m fly as fuck, I don't think I'm comin down
See I like to spray a crowd, and watch people run around
And they say Columbine, but this is the baurder line
And everytime I spit, make it feel like it’s summertime
See, you broke all the laws, and I broke one of mine
But everything orgginized, sharp as a porkupine
Look at these shoes, I had to order mine
And these is pink diamonds, hope you ain't colorblind
And this year, I'm the man, DTP underlined
And when I click over, it's a bitch on the other line
[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
Turn my swag on, Imma take off
Put your hands up, cause it's goin down
Yes, it's goin down, yes, it's goin down
[Verse 2: Dolla Boy]
The boys is back again, really it's back to back
We can go gat for gat, or we can go trap for trap
I’m livin so narly, I gave my mama a heart attack
My clique so retarded, we send shots where your mama at
Probably goin front for that, I’m fine as the finest cat
I'm fire as the fire reese, where the Chinese frying at
The picture is painted perfect, I rock with the flyest gat
Addicted to bitches, you can find me where the models at
The model is a menis, I make moves in your stove at
We ball in the winter, spring and summer, we fall back
I’m trying to get it, but you thinkin it's all grass
We hit you with like ten pistols, for thinkin it's all rap
[Chorus: 2 Chainz and Dolla Boy]
Turn my swag on, Imma take off
Put your hands up, cause it's goin down
Yes, it’s goin down, yes, it's goin down
We goin through terbulants, everything up and down
You know not to play with me, you know I don't fuck around
You know that I’m fly as fuck, I don't think I'm comin down
See I like to spray a crowd, and watch people run around
And they say Columbine, but this is the baurder line
And everytime I spit, make it feel like it’s summertime
See, you broke all the laws, and I broke one of mine
But everything orgginized, sharp as a porkupine
Look at these shoes, I had to order mine
And these is pink diamonds, hope you ain't colorblind
And this year, I'm the man, DTP underlined
And when I click over, it's a bitch on the other line
[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
Turn my swag on, Imma take off
Put your hands up, cause it's goin down
Yes, it's goin down, yes, it's goin down
[Verse 2: Dolla Boy]
The boys is back again, really it's back to back
We can go gat for gat, or we can go trap for trap
I’m livin so narly, I gave my mama a heart attack
My clique so retarded, we send shots where your mama at
Probably goin front for that, I’m fine as the finest cat
I'm fire as the fire reese, where the Chinese frying at
The picture is painted perfect, I rock with the flyest gat
Addicted to bitches, you can find me where the models at
The model is a menis, I make moves in your stove at
We ball in the winter, spring and summer, we fall back
I’m trying to get it, but you thinkin it's all grass
We hit you with like ten pistols, for thinkin it's all rap
[Chorus: 2 Chainz and Dolla Boy]
Turn my swag on, Imma take off
Put your hands up, cause it's goin down
Yes, it’s goin down, yes, it's goin down
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