Straight outta ATL
Got Yung Wun, choppin' that thing baby
Swiss Beats, Full Surface
C'mon (what? What? What?)
C'mon
C'mon, c'mon

When I'm drunk in the club, I might just start some shit
Block party in the hood, I might just start some shit
Underground, downtown, I might just start some shit
Gimme the keys to the city, I'ma lock this bitch
They ain't gon' take me alive and you can bet that
Hit 'em where the chest at, get 'em where the neck at
Show me where the rest at
They in the same buildin' livin' like a minced pack
Four miles from where the deck at, bet that, shawty
You and me gon' ride over to the other side
It's time these mothafuckas die
First make a prank call and get the kids out the house
I ain't tryin' to kill no kids but I'ma turn they lights out (shawty)

Tear it up, lemme see you tear it up (what?)
All across the board we gon' tear it up (what?)
Keep 'em bouncin' 'til the beat cut off
We gon' rock this muthafucker 'til the wheels fall off (uh, uh, uh, yeah)

Tear it up, lemme see you tear it up (what?)
All across the board we gon' tear it up (what?)
Keep 'em bouncin' 'til the beat cut off
We gon' rock this muthafucker 'til the wheels fall off (uh, uh, uh, yeah)

Mississippi motherfucker, pop a dick in you're mouth
Southside 'til I die, smokin' dro in the drought
I make a bitch gimme money then I'm kickin' her out
I spit game to your wife, then we robbin' your house
Y'all niggas love that way that we grippin' this grain
If you got it and I want it, I ain't callin' your name
Just lay it down, fuckboy, like I'm ballin' G
You get your chest in your lap just for fuckin' with me (uh, uh, uh, ay)

Tear it up, lemme see you tear it up (what?)
All across the board we gon' tear it up (what?)
Keep 'em bouncin' 'til the beat cut off
We gon' rock this muthafucker 'til the wheels fall off (uh, uh, uh, yeah)

Tear it up, lemme see you tear it up (what?)
All across the board we gon' tear it up (what?)
Keep 'em bouncin' 'til the beat cut off
We gon' rock this muthafucker 'til the wheels fall off (uh, uh, uh, yeah)

You might catch me at the Rose Bowl game in a four-door Range
With a Rose gold chain wrapped around my neck
Or I might be flashin' in a white G-wagon'
With my arm out the window, grippin' a Tec, dawg
Get it right, I got Houston on lock
I kit it right, I switch the lights every time I buy a drop, homie
You got Swiss on the beat, I gotta come with the heat
It's David Banner, Yung Wun, and F-L-I-P

Get crunk in this thing, now set it off in this thing
We sippin' the lean and buy the bar
They know we drunk in this thing (shawty)
Get it crunk in this thing, now set it off in this thing
We sippin' the lean and buy the bar (uh)
They know we drunk in this thing (uh, uh, ay)

Tear it up, lemme see you tear it up (what?)
All across the board we gon' tear it up (what?)
Keep 'em bouncin' 'til the beat cut off
We gon' rock this muthafucker 'til the wheels fall off (uh, uh, uh, yeah)

Tear it up, lemme see you tear it up (what?)
All across the board we gon' tear it up (what?)
Keep 'em bouncin' 'til the beat cut off
We gon' rock this muthafucker 'til the wheels fall off (uh, uh, uh, yeah)

Tear it up, lemme see you tear it up (what?)
All across the board we gon' tear it up (what?)
Keep 'em bouncin' 'til the beat cut off
We gon' rock this muthafucker 'til the wheels fall off (uh, uh, uh, yeah)

Tear it up, lemme see you tear it up (what?)
All across the board we gon' tear it up (what?)
Keep 'em bouncin' 'til the beat cut off
We gon' rock this muthafucker 'til the wheels fall off (uh, uh, uh, yeah)

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Writer(s): Bernard James Freeman, Composer Author Unknown, Dallas L. Austin, Donald Fletcher, Earl Simmons, Hal Davis, James Anderson, Jasper Tremaine Cameron, Lavell W Crump, Luis Claudio Paiva De Matos, Todd Anthony Shaw, Weldon Dean Parks, Wesley Weston