[Intro]
Better check your resources
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Blast Gang in this muh'fucker
Money, power
You already know

[Verse 1]
Tell my fans that the wait is over
Blast Gang, bitch, we takin' over (Baow)
Lil' Dre, AKA Soulja
So much money in my pockets, bitch, I thought I told you (Blast)
Now Blast Gang gone in beast mode (Beast mode)
Right pockets on C-note (C-note)
Got it locked from the West to the East Coast (Baow)
Swisher Sweet in the kush, that's how we smoke (Baow)
I hit the mall, spent a G today (G today)
Cashed out like I ain't need the cake (I ain't need the cake)
N***as talkin' like Beezy fake (Beezy fake)
Tryna count my pockets like, "What Beezy ate?" (What Beezy ate?)
It's not a question if I'm strapped, mane (Strapped, mane)
Fifteen when I dove in the rap game (Rap game)
Two straps cocked back like Max Payne
N***as askin', "What's the word?" Bitch, it's Blast Gang

[Chorus]
Gon' tear it up (Tear it up)
Yeah, boy, gon' tear it up (Tear it up), yeah, boy, gon' tear it up (Oh, oh)
Gon' tear it up (Tear it up)
Yeah, boy, gon' tear it up (Oh, oh, tear it up), yeah, boy, gon' tear it up (Oh, oh, oh)
Bitch, we gon' tear it up (Tear it up)
Yeah, boy, we gon' tear it up (Oh, oh, tear it up), yeah, boy, we gon' tear it up
Yeah, we gon' tear it up (Tear it up)
Yeah, boy, we gon' tear it up (Tear it up), yeah, boy, we gon' tear it up
[Verse 2]
My snapback on some custom shit (On some custom shit)
These other n***as on some busta shit (Busta shit)
I swear a broke n***a made me sick (Made me sick)
That's why a n***a so arrogant (Fuck it)
And they couldn't find the residence (Residence)
Got a young n***a feelin' like the president (Obama)
Every time I drop, them n***as copy me (Copy me)
I swear to God, n***as watchin' me (Watchin' me)
I ain't a door, so why they knockin' me? (Why they knockin' me?)
On everything I love, ain't no stoppin' me (Ain't no stoppin')
Blast Gang gettin' paid still (Paid still)
I might chill, blow a L wit' Young L
Forgiatos spin like windmills (Baow)
My record label spent 'bout ten mil' (Cash)
When the smoke clears, a young n***a still here (Swag)
Blast Gang in your damn ear

[Chorus]
Gon' tear it up (Tear it up)
Yeah, boy, gon' tear it up (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, tear it up), yeah, boy, gon' tear it up
Gon' tear it up (Tear it up)
Yeah, boy, gon' tear it up (Tear it up), yeah, boy, gon' tear it up
Bitch, we gon' tear it up (Tear it up, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Yeah, boy, we gon' tear it up (Tear it up), yeah, boy, we gon' tear it up
Yeah, we gon' tear it up (Tear it up)
Yeah, boy, we gon' tear it up (Tear it up), yeah, boy, we gon' tear it up
[Verse 3]
I hear 'em talkin', Soulja Boy young flashin' it (Flashin' it)
But keep your mouth closed if you talkin' digits (Talkin' digits)
Multiple vehicles, bitch, just to match my fitness (Match my fitness)
And Blast Gang still blastin' it (Still blastin' it)
Two-eighty, that's how fast the new Audi go (Audi go)
Red and blue diamonds like Mario (Like Mario)
Homie bitch chose, I ain't want the ho (I ain't want the ho)
The world is mine, bitch, I walk the globe (I walk the globe)
Haters' access get denied
On the red carpet, no quote required (Soulja)
All these rappers make me laugh, lookin' hella tired (Hella tired)
Then this mornin', I got hella fried (Hella fried)
Said a prayer, then I got back to the dollar signs (Dollar signs)
I got hella thoughts in my mind (In my mind)
Like forty million that I can't touch (Can't touch)
Any place, any time, n***a, and what

[Chorus]
Gon' tear it up (Tear it up)
Yeah, boy, gon' tear it up (Tear it up, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh), yeah, boy, gon' tear it up
Gon' tear it up (Tear it up)
Yeah, boy, gon' tear it up (Tear it up), yeah, boy, gon' tear it up
Bitch, we gon' tear it up (Tear it up, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Yeah, boy, we gon' tear it up (Tear it up), yeah, boy, we gon' tear it up
Yeah, we gon' tear it up (Tear it up)
Yeah, boy, we gon' tear it up (Tear it up), yeah, boy, we gon' tear it up