X for Breakfast (feat. Destroy Lonely)

X-man, x-man, x-man

Yuh

X-man, x-man, x-man

Yuh

X-man, x-man, x-man

Uh

X-man, x-man, x-man

She said: What you eat this mornin'?

Bitch, I had X for breakfast

I threw that bitch on a sandwich, no cheese, no lettuce

I ate that lil bitch, she was super wet, I ain’t need no beverage

The way I fuck 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 blessing

Nigga mad cause we fuckin on the same ho', see me, nah I ain’t stressin'

Or is you mad because she fucked with me, first and she fucked with you second?

Or is you mad cause I got that bag, and yo' pockets unhealthy?

Walk in that bitch, 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 shit but he soft as a feather

Niggas talkin' bout some cash, bitch we havin' extras (yeah)

Niggas still smokin’ gas, bitch we havin’ pressure (yeah)

Got this fine ass bitch she mad cause I still ain't text her back

Bitch I'm into fashion (yup)

But my brother servin' crack

If this shit don't work lil bitch, 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 bitch

These lil boys be havin' scraps

I rock every leather bitch

Yeah you know that shit all black

I fuck every type of bitch

Yuh, 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

Bitch I send my shooter money, he want cash app for that crash out

Bang, cash app for that crash out

I'ma sell that bitch

Put a nigga on a cross, he get crucified

I'ma nail that bitch

Coulda' fucked yo' ho', but I was too damn high to rail that bitch

She was off that blow, so you know it ain't nothin' you could really tell that bitch

Fuck it, I'ma go sell that bitch

Box her up, mail that bitch

That's how you know my pimpin' lit

That's how you know I'm pimpin' shit

I'll slap a bitch out quick

And you know I'll wipe a nigga nose, just like a handkerchief

If a nigga fuckin' 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 shit, I'on give a damn, I'on give a fuck 'bout him