Lyrics Know Yo Place - Xavier Wulf

Know Yo Place

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-I-S, yes
Go on fail this test boy and get your ass pressed next
I don’t give no fuck 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 fuck 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, fuck 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 fuck about none of these hoes and I don’t give a
fuck about none of these fan think-they-know-it-all ass niggas
I built my career based off doing whatever the fuck I wanted to do whenever the
fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck the mainstream
We the ones said fuck 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 fuck about nan none of these hoes I don’t give a
fuck 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 fuck 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
Fuck all you niggas, you understand?
I do what I want to do how I want to do it when I wanna do it