X Files
She fuck with the choosers pull a Ruger on a loser
Smoke dope 'til I pass out in a stash house bout to cash out
I'm in the future size em up like a ruler
My grass cut real low my bitch glow with a halo
Feeling like mega-man when I step they treat me like a alien
Imma Take over the Gucci taking them pictures I walk like a movie
They wanna catch that drippy drop I'm at the tippy top
Put my name in X files I got it off the block
Turn a rock to a mountain the coolest
Ice-blocks in a cooler
Rickety wicked my jeweler
Shooting stars on my jugular
She shaking that pussy for mula
I got buck shots for the Moolies
X files bout to cash out
They watching me like a mascot
Mask off mask off now
Hitting my licks in the north now
Serving that dirty south
Gotta prescription dripping for the cough now
I'm Picking it up where you lost
Had it bungee jumping at the trap spot
I move around like a nomad
Putting x files in a iPad
I bust a jugg and threw a hip hop parade
Hop out the coupe with toolies and that white drip on my pants
I danity cane all my bitches make me a band
Muthafuck a storm palm trees nigga I stand
I pray with the shooters pop yo top make noodles
He got caught on the wrong side now his face looking like X Files
They doing they duty snapping pictures like movies
But I'm bout to switch rides
So they better snap them bitches on time
I'm bout to bet it back I dont see the wolves like cataract
Nigga I'm Superbad gotta 44 Shepard that'll bust your ass
That shit like X files how a nigga dead but grow with the grass
You better be Illuminati with a tracking chip so they can find your ass
This Big Boss Shit hire lil bro just to fire your ass
I bang with dogs pimp but my crip homie got a lot of cash
That purple blood drip with the X files thats a jolly ranch
This shit got drugs in it if she sip it twice she gon hand it back
Free Dump From the Bricks Imma Shooter
A South End ooo oooter
A Boston three stripe rocking big Timberland booter
A real king no hooter
A heckler or a Ruger
I'll pop a nigga on the Ave and hop into Uber
All i want is a bag
All these rappers are losers
winner winner chicken dinner
I know how to maneuver
Learn how to pimp never beat your bitch a bruise her
You'll be locked up simp and leaving in the cruiser
Ask the homies imma macaroni
But I clap a phony for ratting on me
X files dirty trafffic homie
Brick gang to Mobile Terrrace
Bambino's To the Merritt's
Automatics and special weapons
Black American connections
X Files
Smoke dope 'til I pass out in a stash house bout to cash out
I'm in the future size em up like a ruler
My grass cut real low my bitch glow with a halo
Feeling like mega-man when I step they treat me like a alien
Imma Take over the Gucci taking them pictures I walk like a movie
They wanna catch that drippy drop I'm at the tippy top
Put my name in X files I got it off the block
Turn a rock to a mountain the coolest
Ice-blocks in a cooler
Rickety wicked my jeweler
Shooting stars on my jugular
She shaking that pussy for mula
I got buck shots for the Moolies
X files bout to cash out
They watching me like a mascot
Mask off mask off now
Hitting my licks in the north now
Serving that dirty south
Gotta prescription dripping for the cough now
I'm Picking it up where you lost
Had it bungee jumping at the trap spot
I move around like a nomad
Putting x files in a iPad
I bust a jugg and threw a hip hop parade
Hop out the coupe with toolies and that white drip on my pants
I danity cane all my bitches make me a band
Muthafuck a storm palm trees nigga I stand
I pray with the shooters pop yo top make noodles
He got caught on the wrong side now his face looking like X Files
They doing they duty snapping pictures like movies
But I'm bout to switch rides
So they better snap them bitches on time
I'm bout to bet it back I dont see the wolves like cataract
Nigga I'm Superbad gotta 44 Shepard that'll bust your ass
That shit like X files how a nigga dead but grow with the grass
You better be Illuminati with a tracking chip so they can find your ass
This Big Boss Shit hire lil bro just to fire your ass
I bang with dogs pimp but my crip homie got a lot of cash
That purple blood drip with the X files thats a jolly ranch
This shit got drugs in it if she sip it twice she gon hand it back
Free Dump From the Bricks Imma Shooter
A South End ooo oooter
A Boston three stripe rocking big Timberland booter
A real king no hooter
A heckler or a Ruger
I'll pop a nigga on the Ave and hop into Uber
All i want is a bag
All these rappers are losers
winner winner chicken dinner
I know how to maneuver
Learn how to pimp never beat your bitch a bruise her
You'll be locked up simp and leaving in the cruiser
Ask the homies imma macaroni
But I clap a phony for ratting on me
X files dirty trafffic homie
Brick gang to Mobile Terrrace
Bambino's To the Merritt's
Automatics and special weapons
Black American connections
X Files
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Writer(s): Justin Bridges
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