[Intro]
Yeah sir this one goes out to all you soft a** f*ggot a** fan boys in my comments all on my sh**
Thinkin you know me
You soft a** n***a you ain't never knew me
You don't know nothing about where I'm from or how I got or who I met
b**h a** n***a
[Verse 1]
M-E-M-P-H-I-S, yes
Go on fail this test boy and get your a** pressed next
I dont give no f** bout none of them hoes
I dont reply to texts
I just let em sit in there
Headphones up in my ear
Music still loud cause you ain't sayin sh** I need to hear
La-la-la-la-la, and turn around and walk up out of there
I dont give a f** bout none of them n***as
Keep them over there
She sent me a text to late like, Aye baby-boo, is you near?
I said, f** 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, b**h 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 sh** Im hangin this b**h up right now
[Recap 1]
Thats right my n***a
Like I said I dont give a f** about none of these hoes and I dont give a f** about none of these fan think-they-know-it-all a** n***as
I built my career based off doing whatever the f** I wanted to do whenever the f** I wanted to do it
[Verse 2]
Im ridin down the block with Doctor Jeff slick scared
Cause you dont ever know whats goin through his head
Yeah and I think them n***as was really dead bruh
But f** it I said my grace lets get this bread
Yeah, yeah
You n***as weak you n***as ain't fed enough
Thats why you mad b**h what you playin for
Me and my n***as built a whole new game up
And yall know I ain't lyin
b**h you know the same thang huh
Im one of the first underground kings
And we was the first screamin f** the mainstream
We the ones said f** a deal
Get yourself some sk**, a little dedication in the wheel
Mix it all together thats a formula to k**
Its Slaughter Wulf Woe
Pay yo homage or be squealed
My pig nose forty so gorge- it give em chills
She said lets go hop off in it and spin it back to your crib, n***a
[Recap 2]
Thats right my n***a lets do another recap
Like I said I dont give a f** about nan none of these hoes I don't give a f** about nan none of these n***as
Yall can hate, do what you want to but at the end of the day ain't none of you n***as ain't never been on sh**
n***a, yeah
[Verse 3]
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?
Ill do you worse and send this hearse back
And dont hit my email if you ain't got them fire beat packs
You lyin hatin a** rappers can retire that, yeah
Or catch this final form Wulf Attack
[Recap 3]
Yeah my n***a lets do one final recap
I dont give a f** about none of you n***as
I swear to god I dont-
I swear to any god I dont bruh
I do me how I do me n***a
I ain't never listen to nan n***a
Im never gon start listenin to nobody
f** all you n***as, you understand?
I do what I want to do how I want to do it when I wanna do it