Swag Get At You Soulja Boy (Ft. Tory Lanez & Trav)

[Intro: Soulja Boy]
Better check your resources
Uh, oh
Turn me up, bruh, turn me up, bruh (Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo)
Turn me up, bruh (Yeah, yeah, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
Oh yeah, yeah, there we go (Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, ayy, woo, woo woo)
Yeah, what's up, bruh? (Yo) What it do, bruh? (What's up, bruh?)

[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
Ayy, bitch, let my swag get at ya (My swag get at ya)
Ayy, bitch, let my swag get at ya (Let my swag get at ya)
Ayy, bitch, let my swag get at ya
I'm ridin' drop top and I'm 'bout the action
Ayy, bitch, ayy, bitch, ayy, bitch, ayy, bitch (Let my swag, let my swag, let my swag, let my swag)
Ayy, bitch, let my swag get at ya (Let my swag, let my swag get at ya)
Ayy, bitch, ayy, bitch, ayy, bitch, ayy, bitch (Let my swag, let my swag, let my swag, let my swag)
Ayy, bitch, let my swag get at ya (Let my swag, let my swag get at ya)
And I'm 'bout the action (Go, go, go, go, go)
Ridin' drop top, let my swag get at ya
And I'm 'bout the action (Dre, Dre)
Ridin' drop top, let my swag get at ya (Swag get at ya)

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
Ayy, bitch, nigga game official (Yeah, yeah, nigga game official, yeah)
Stepped on the scene, nigga clean as a whistle (Hey, hey, yeah, clean as a whistle)
Four-five flat screens, nigga flip like a platter (Ayy, hey, hey, yeah, like a platter)
And I hopped up out the Jeep, you know I'm ready for action (Yeah, yeah, Soldier, yeah)
Soulja Boy, that be my name, you know I'm bringin' that pain (Ayy, yeah, yeah, know I'm bringin' that pain)
Got five tattoos, you know I fuck wit' T Lanez (Ayy, yeah, you know I fuck wit' T Lanez)
You know I fuck wit' that nigga Trav, I got a hunnid to slap (Yeah, Trav, ayy, to slap)
Nigga fell off in Miami, them hoes fell off of from my cap (Hey, hey, hey, zoom)
Nigga, young Soulja Boy, knowin' I won't pop a tag, boy (Hey, Soldier, yeah, sss, yeah)
I fall off in the club, VIP, off on they ass, bruh (Swag, hey, hey)
Oh my God, my Ferrari goin' ham, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Just up out that bitch, and Soulja Boy done throw them bands up (Swag, swag, swag, Soldier)
Real ass niggas in the club, they goin' ham, cuh' (Hey, hey, yeah)
Four on my wrist, and I just got my hair cut (Hey, wrist, zoom)
Yellow diamond shawty wit' that Breitling on my wrist (Yeah, swag, vroom, swag, vroom)
Nigga talk that shit, I put that pistol to yo' lips, boy (Dre, Dre, Dre, vroom)