Xavier Wulf - Know Yo Place Lyrics

Yeah sir this one goes out to
All you soft ass faggot
Ass fan boys in my comments all on my shit
Thinkin you know me
You soft ass nigga you ain't never knew me
You don't know nothing about
Where I'm from or how I got or who I met
Bitch ass nigga

M-E-M-P-H-IS, yes
Go on fail this test boy and
Get your ass pressed next
I don't give no f*ck bout none of them hoes
I don't reply to texts
I just let em sit in there
Headphones up in my ear
Music still loud cause you ain't sayin
Shit I need to hear la la la la la
And turn around and walk up out of there
I don't give a f*ck bout none of them niggas
Keep them over there she sent me a text too
Late like, Aye baby boo, is you near?
I said, f*ck you want
She said, bruh please get me up out of here
I said, where you at?
She said, we chillin at his momma crib
Worst part about it I ended up stranded over
Here and he ain't even got no weed
Now he tryna go jug a Uber man
I said, bitch I'm sorry
So sorry for your dilemma ma'am
But I gotta make back to
The bank before five fam
Ima have to get you up off
Of my line like now
I ain't gon say it twice shit I'm
Hangin this bitch up right now

That's right my nigga
Like I said I don't give a f*ck
About none of these hoes and
I don't give a f*ck about none
Of these fan think-they-know-it-all
Ass niggas i built my career based off doing
Whatever the f*ck I wanted
To do whenever the f*ck I wanted to do it

I'm ridin down the block with
Doctor Jeff slick scared
Cause you don't ever know what's
Goin through his head
Yeah and I think them niggas
Was really dead bruh but f*ck it I said my
Grace let's get this bread yeah, yeah
You niggas weak you niggas ain't fed enough
That's why you mad bitch what you playin for
Me and my niggas built a whole new game up
And ya'll know I ain't lyin
Bitch you know the same thang huh
I'm one of the first underground kings
And we was the first
Screamin f*ck the mainstream
We the ones said f*ck a deal
Get yourself some skill
A little dedication in the wheel
Mix it all together that's a formula to kill
Its Slaughter Wulf Woe
Pay yo homage or be squealed
My pig nose forty so gorge- it give em chills
She said let's go hop off in it
And spin it back to your crib, nigga

That's right my nigga let's
Do another recap like I said I don't give a
F*ck about nan none of these
Hoes I don't give a f*ck about
Nan none of these niggas ya'll can hate
Do what you want to but at the end of the day
Ain't none of you niggas ain't
Never been on shit nigga, yeah

Go tell them haters take a chill
Pill and catch a cab now
Why she tweakin, why she geekin?
Where her ride at?
I run a business, 1-800-GETYOURCLOUTBACK
Damn my phone ringin right damn now
Boy would you look at that?
You want a verse?
I'll do you worse and send this hearse back
And don't hit my email if you
Ain't got them fire beat packs
You lyin hatin ass rappers can retire that
Yeah or catch this final form Wulf Attack

Yeah my nigga let's do one final recap
I don't give a f*ck about none of you niggas
I swear to God I don't-
I swear to any God I don't bruh
I do me how I do me nigga
I ain't never listen to nan nigga
I'm never gon start listenin to nobody
F*ck all you niggas, you understand?
I do what I want to do how I want
To do it when I wanna do it