[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'?" 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 "Blessin'"
N***a mad 'cause we fuckin' on the same ho', see me nah, I ain't stressin'
Or is you mad 'cause she fucked with me first and she fuckеd with you second
Or is you mad ’cause I got that bag and your pockets unhеalthy
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

[Verse 2: Destroy Lonely]
N***as talkin' 'bout some cash, bitch, we havin' extras, yeah
N***as 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 serving crack
If this shit don't work lil' bitch, 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, bitch, these lil' boys be havin' straps
I rock every leather, bitch, yeah, you know that shit all black
I fuck every type of bitch, 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
Bitch, 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 bitch
Put a n***a on a cross he get crucified, I'ma nail that bitch
Could've 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 can tell that bitch
Fuck it, I'ma go sell that bitch
Boss her up, nail that bitch
That's how you know my pimpin' lit
That's how you know I'm pimpin' shit
I slap a bitch out quick
And you know I wipe a n***a nose just like a handkerchief
If a n***a fuckin' 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 shit, I'on give a damn, I'on give a fuck 'bout him