Know Yo Place lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah sir this one goes out to all you soft ass faggot ass fan boys in my comments all on my sh*t
Thinkin you know me
You soft ass n*gga 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*tch ass n*gga

[Verse 1]
M-E-M-P-H-I-S, yes
Go on fail this test boy and get your ass pressed next
I dont give no f*ck 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*t I need to hear
La-la-la-la-la, and turn around and walk up out of there
I dont give a f*ck bout none of them n*ggas
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, b*tch 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*t Im hangin this b*tch up right now
[Recap 1]
Thats right my n*gga
Like I said I dont give a f*ck about none of these hoes and I dont give a f*ck about none of these fan think-they-know-it-all ass n*ggas
I built my career based off doing whatever the f*ck I wanted to do whenever the f*ck 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*ggas was really dead bruh
But f*ck it I said my grace lets get this bread
Yeah, yeah
You n*ggas weak you n*ggas ain't fed enough
Thats why you mad b*tch what you playin for
Me and my n*ggas built a whole new game up
And yall know I ain't lyin
b*tch you know the same thang huh
Im 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 will
Mix it all together thats 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 lets go hop off in it and spin it back to your crib, n*gga
[Recap 2]
Thats right my n*gga lets do another recap
Like I said I dont give a f*ck about nan none of these hoes I don't give a f*ck about nan none of these n*ggas
Yall can hate, do what you want to but at the end of the day ain't none of you n*ggas ain't never been on sh*t
n*gga, yeah

[Verse 3]
Go tell them haters take a chill pill and catch a cat nap
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 ass rappers can retire that, yeah
Or catch this final form Wulf Attack

[Recap 3]
Yeah my n*gga lets do one final recap
I dont give a f*ck about none of you n*ggas
I swear to god I dont-
I swear to any god I dont bruh
I do me how I do me n*gga
I ain't never listen to nan n*gga
Im never gon start listenin to nobody
f*ck all you n*ggas, you understand?
I do what I want to do how I want to do it when I wanna do it