Lyrics Xavier Wulf – The Real Folk Blues

I got business to attend, and you ain’t part of it
She looking confused, cause I ain’t tryna fuck
If it ain’t ’bout money or progression I’mma duck
Nigga I’m Khabib you McGregor, test your luck
I beat a niggas ass, then go smoke another blunt (huh)
I ain’t with that internet bluff, I’m known real well for pulling off and pulling up
And who the fuck was who, I never cared to give a fuck
I only care about my own squad and the blunt (huh)
Shordy hit me back like «link it up», but this my old bitch, she just want to patch it up
And no, I don’t give no fuck ’bout none of you niggas and that’s whats up
I pull up to the block, throwing middle fingers up
Big blunt wulf, every damn day
I roll my own woods and I do my own thang
And I don’t give no fuck for what a hater gotta say
I do what I want , when I want my own way
Bitch I’m real hot saucin’, somethin’ like sriracha
Im twisting up like helicopter, I’m hella coppin’
And fuck a ounce I’m pound poppin, why would I stop it
I got my own brand poppin’, I skipped the shoppin’
And I got my own store, Big boss Bobby
You lame niggas need a hobby, I’m Ricky Bobby
Pull off so fast she thought she never saw me
I give no fuck ’bout none of you niggas or what you care to call me (huh)
It be your own niggas showing jealousy
But I don’t give no fuck, I dust it off and hit the weed
Bitch I been on top, I can never ever stop

When this new shit pop, bet it make your heart drop
I can care more ’bout a cop than I do about an op
You niggas mad as fuck, cause you know I ain’t gon’ flop
Ungreatful lil nigga you will never get a spot
So keep slick dissing only friends that you got (huh)