X For Breakfas lyrics

[Intro]
(Wake up, F1lthy)
X man, X man, X man
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 morning", 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 stressing
Or is you mad because 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 talking like he hard as sh*t, but he soft as a feather

[Verse 2: Destroy Lonely]
n*gga's talking 'bout some cash, b*tch, we havin' extras (Yeah)
n*gga's still smoking gas, b*tch, we having 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 right back to the trap
If he playing with my work, I’ll knock that boy right off the map
We got heavy metal, b*tch, these lil' boys be having scraps
I rock every leather b*tch, and 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 like all kinds of cash
Dawg, 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
Coulda' 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 nothing 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 pimping lit
That's how you know I'm pimping 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*cking 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't give a sh*t, I 'on't give a damn, I 'on't give a f*ck bout him