That X Files Song

Lueds n da whip Lueds n da whip Aye Aye aye aye Calling from the east coast, bet we let these pigs roast Bitches boast feeling like i'm seeing ghosts, stalking like i'm stealing gold bet i'm feeling cold Must've broke free from the host you know, i'm talking alien shit Cut up with scales seem like some fiction clip, i must've been hella' lit Walking around with a full pelican Wake up just to take a dab, yeah Trying not to get stabbed when i'm walking back with the back Walking back with the pack, thinking bout fat stacks, adding up all the facts yeah Hit me up for that flax bitch you bet i'll hit you with the tax if you tryna make it back If you tryna make it back, hit me with some fucking cash You claim you know the way I don't have time to just sit here an waste I know you wanna make all of the moves and all of the pay I cant justify the way you is a lame ass with all of the fake shit Dumb ape shit, aye What the fuck is anybody really doing anyway Claiming y'all can rap cause you holding Henny everyday Fall into my trap cause you lacking something mentally Spitting out these facts cause you fucking suck at everything Aye Its true what the bitch said you do Pull out the shots with the old one two Aye aye I don't got time to lose Aye aye