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