X For Breakfastt lyrics

[Intro: Ken Carson]
(Wake up, F1LTHY)
X-MAN, X-MAN, X-MAN, yeah
X-MAN, X-MAN, X-MAN, yeah
X-MAN, X-MAN, X-MAN, uh
X-MAN, X-MAN, X-MAN

[Verse 1: Ken Carson]
She say, "What you eat this mornin'?" b*tch, I had X for breakfast
I threw that b*tch on a sandwich, no cheese, no lettuce
I ate that lil’ b*tch, she was super wet, I ain't need no beverage
The way I f*ck lil' shawty, she comin’ back for seconds
Upside down on my cross, yeah, you know how I shoot the reverend
Send that boy straight to heaven, guess you could call it a "Blessin'"
n*gga mad 'cause we f*ckin' on the same ho', see me nah, I ain't stressin'
Or is you mad 'cause she f*cked with me first and she f*ckеd with you second
Or is you mad ’cause I got that bag and your pockets unhеalthy
Walk in that b*tch, they know I’m rich, yeah, they know that I'm wealthy
Balenciaga on my kicks and my jacket Margiela
He talkin’ like he hard as sh*t, but he soft as a feather

[Verse 2: Destroy Lonely]
n*ggas talkin' 'bout some cash, b*tch, we havin' extras, yeah
n*ggas still smokin’ gas, b*tch, we havin' pressure, yeah
Got this fine ass b*tch, she mad 'cause I still ain't text her back
b*tch, I'm into fashion, yup, but my brother serving crack
If this sh*t don't work lil' b*tch, I bet I go back to the trap
If he playin' with my work, I knock that boy right off the map
We got Heavy Metal, b*tch, these lil' boys be havin' straps
I rock every leather, b*tch, yeah, you know that sh*t all black
I f*ck every type of b*tch, yeah, I can't even cap
Ho,' I touch every type of dollar, I rock out 'cause of cash
Dawg, it's 12 get behind us, roll the window up and smash out
b*tch, I send my shooter money, he won't CashApp for that crash out
[Verse 3: Ken Carson]
Dang, cashout for that crash out, I'ma sell that b*tch
Put a n*gga on a cross he get crucified, I'ma nail that b*tch
Could've f*cked yo' ho', but I was too damn high to rail that b*tch
She was off that blow, so you know it ain't nothin' you can tell that b*tch
f*ck it, I'ma go sell that b*tch
Boss her up, nail that b*tch
That's how you know my pimpin' lit
That's how you know I'm pimpin' sh*t
I slap a b*tch out quick
And you know I wipe a n*gga nose just like a handkerchief
If a n*gga f*ckin' with the O, I put that bank on him
Yeah, I got a lil' stamp, but I want a lil' more
I up my rank on him, I ask my blunt on him
I'll spill my drink on him
I'on give a sh*t, I'on give a damn, I'on give a f*ck 'bout him