(intro) Em
Em
I'm like 8 foot 4, blond hair to the floor
G
you shorties never thought I dreamed about rapping hardcore
D
no I ain't got a gun
D
no I never really been in a club
A
still live with my parents
A
but I'm still a thug
Em
i'm so gangsta you can find me baking cookies at night
G
you out clubbing, but I just caramel delight
D
t swift and t pain rappin on the same track
A
it's a thug story tell me can you handle that
Em
I had a dream last night I had high-top NIkes
A
I had diamonds in my mouth, and diamonds on my mic
Em
by the time I woke up I was singing "I'M ON A BOOOOAAT"
G
cuz I'm a singer turned rapper
G
shorty I'm a make ya
D
straight to the top, yo
D
shorty I'ma take ya
G
you can call me T Sweezy now I'm a rap star
G
it's a thug story now tell them who you are
D
singer turned gangsta
D
you don't wanna fight me
A
straight to the top
A
in my extra small white tee
G
t swift and t pain all up on the same track
A
it's a thug story tell me now can you get with that
D
what! what! I knit sweaters yo!
A
what! what! don't test me yo. (bleep)