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  First of all, you can fix your face cause I dont need you
  Aint gettin nothin less than 250K for all my features, nigga
  Yeah, you bitch-ass nigga, you broke ho
  I been hatin on a rich-ass nigga, you dont know
  With your lil weak ass, dont know why these niggas set up like that
  Dont know how these niggas was raised, these niggas die, some niggas get touched like that
  They gon watch you put in that grind and once you shine, you better not fuck with that
  I did everything on my bucket list and went and bought me a bucket hat, lil nigga
  Top five, you can put me top, oh
  Not mine, pimpin on these thot hoes
  Im fine, but you not good for my soul
  Glock .9, oh-oh-oh-oh 
  Top five , you can put me top, oh
  Not mine , pimpin on these thot hoes
  Im fine , but you not good for my soul
  Glock .9, oh-oh-oh-oh
  You know they always hate the nigga who got them pictures 
  The Glocks dont got no safety, but they got switches 
  It aint no reason for me to pay her when I can pimp her
  Make it clap, Im walkin out, Ima need to shake em like a stripper
  Bank on me, I make it shake, How many figures you got?
  I got eight figures, I came from Section 8 
  I broke my neck and hurt my success, aint even celebrate
  But the famous ho the other day, she said, The sex was great