X Files

Old hoes keep blowing up my phone they da X files
Told her meet me on McNichols she ask was that Six Mile
Even when I was down I still did this shit with style
Came up with a thick pile now hoes got a big smile
All my bitches thick as shit they built like a brickhouse
When I'm finna bust the only time you see the stick out
I'm tired of these weak ass rappers they got me sick now
It's time to start evicting mfs need to be kick out
Caucasian buffys on my face look like it's whiteout
Dead presidents in my pocket it's like the White House
She saved my number under the plumber cause I lay pipe down
Married to the money make it rain it's like I'm throwing rice down
Aye these niggas broke hell so what's the hype bout
They wanna chase clout now mfs getting wiped out
Did it on my own by myself it was no luck
On the phone with my Sons they like daddy I need some Robux
Foot on gas no brakes can't even slow up
If it ain't a faygo or jupina can't even pour up
Lil babe investigated my phone I think she know something
So I played it off like I ain't know nothing



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Writer(s): Carlton Ulmer
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