[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", 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 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***a mad cause we fuckin on the same ho, see me, nah I ain’t stressing
Or is you mad because 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 talking like he hard as shit, but he soft as a feather

[Verse 2: Destroy Lonely]
N***a's talking 'bout some cash, bitch, we havin' extras (Yeah)
N***a's still smoking gas, bitch, we having 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 right back to the trap
If he playing with my work, I’ll knock that boy right off the map
We got heavy metal, bitch, these lil' boys be having scraps
I rock every leather bitch, and 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 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 CashApp for that crash out
[Verse 3: Ken Carson]
Bang, CashApp for that crash out, I'ma sell that bitch
Put a n***a 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 nothing you could tell that bitch
Fuck it, I'ma go sell that bitch
Box her up, mail that bitch
That's how you know my pimping lit
That's how you know I'm pimping shit
I'll slap a bitch out, quick
And you know I'll wipe a n***a nose, just like a handkerchief
If a n***a fucking 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 shit, I 'on't give a damn, I 'on't give a fuck bout him