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[Intro] I'm me (Grrah) I don't feel like I gotta be like anybody else (Oh, yeah) At the end of the day I'ma always do me, so it's like If you don't like it, then fuck it (Haha) (2Ezzy on some other shit) [Chorus] You better lace up your boots, let's go to war (Woah) Suicide doors (Woo), motherfuck a Ford (Yeah) I'ma get that bag and I can't ever come up short (Oh yeah) I'm a poor sport, you play with me then get extorted I bought that bag for my lil' shawty I'm too geeked, I'm too retarded Why you even listen to what they say? You know if you need me, you can call These niggas get hit from my 9 Number nine in my size (Number nine, number nine) Everything I touch heat If I don't miss, don't be surprised [Verse] How can they surpass me? Shut the fuck up, lil' bitch We getting up, lil' bitch (Yeah) And I spend a whole rack on the kicks But I cannot hold back on a nigga, man I put them old racks on a nigga I cannot go back being broke Run up and go to Saks, I'm in Neiman's Man, that chopper go "Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-fah" Go and get it or you dyin' tryin' Shooter pull up with this hot nine You ain't never put your life on the line He ain't ever buy his mama a bag He don't know the feeling of having racks (Yeah) Damn, a young nigga got off his ass Now he thumbin' through the paper fast Now he thumbin' through the-, haha (Yeah) Now he thumbin' through the paper fast On the highway, do whole damn dash Catch up, boy, you're coming in last Pedal to the metal, foot on the gas Up in the A with a H-town bitch She lovin' a nigga, smack her on her (Woo), ass [Chorus] You better lace up your boots, let's go to war (Woah) Suicide doors (Woo), motherfuck a Ford (Yeah) I'ma get that bag and I can't ever come up short (Oh yeah) I'm a poor sport, you play with me then get extorted I bought that bag for my lil' shawty I'm too geeked, I'm too retarded Why you even listen to what they say? You know if you need me, you can call These niggas get hit from my 9 Number nine in my size (Number nine, number nine) Everything I touch heat If I don't miss, don't be surprised [Outro] Ayy, I'm done playin' with niggas I got my foot on they neck, ahaha And that's how we gon' deal with 'em Sit here and count these racks (Bitch) Ayy, but fuck you if you don't like it though