(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)