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 said "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 coming 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 blessing
n*gga mad cause we f*ckin' on the same ho see me nah I ain’t stressin'
Or is you mad because she f*cked with me first and she f*cked with you second?
Or is you mad cause I got that bag and your pockets unhealthy?
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 servin' 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’ll knock that boy right off the map
We got heavy metal b*tch, these lil' boys be havin' scraps
I rock every leather b*tch, yeah you know that sh*t all black
I f*ck every type of b*tch, yo I can't even cap
Ho I touch every type of dollar I like all kinds of cash
Dog it's 12 get behind us roll the windows up and smash out
b*tch I send my shooter money he want CashApp for that crash out

[Verse 3: Ken Carson]
Bang, CashApp 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 your 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 could tell that b*tch
f*ck it I'ma go sell that b*tch
Box her up mail that b*tch
That's how you know my pimpin' lit
That's how you know I'm pimpin' sh*t
I'll slap a b*tch out quick
And you know I'll wipe a n*gga nose just like a handkerchief
If a n*gga f*ckin' with the O I'll put that bank on him
Yeah I got a lil' stamp but I want a lil' more I'll up my rank on him
I ash my blunt on him
I spill my drank on him
I'on give a sh*t, I'on give a damn, I'on give a f*ck 'bout him