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