FUTURISTIC F*ck You Mean song lyrics

Hey, hey

Y'all don't really want it Fuck you mean, nigga? Fuck you mean, boy? WTF gang, ball, ball, Aktion on the beat

Yo, tank on, tats out, with the chucks, boy

Snapback, cargos sagging, don't give a fuck, boy

Grown ass man, nigga, what boy? Fuck boy

Ask me how I feel about you rapping? You suck, boy

Dressing like you touch boys, uh oh, goddamn

Tryna get my pockets hella fat, like Roseanne

Batman, no Robin, bad boy like Rodman

And my name is Future, but that don't mean I'm an odd man

Get it? Odd Future, okay

My girls are like the Zumiez brand, all they do is obey

White twins, nickname them cocaine and snowflake

Got four girls that roleplay and they all go both ways

Older chicks said I was a Little Rascal, I said otay

I'm in the game and y'all niggas get no play

I'm in the game and I kill shit, like OJ

I run the game and you don't, no legs

Or broke legs, you gon' need both legs

A pogo, a scooter, a jet, and a moped

To catch up to Future, you gon' need a snowsled

A skateboard, a jet ski, a bike with 'bout four pegs

All of these go heads are not really into ya

Red dot on forehead, like you are from India

Aim at my target and I am not missing ya

Like a fat man in skinny pants, boy, I'm ripping ya

Fuck you mean, nigga? Fuck you mean, boy? I don't think they want it, they don't really want it Why every rapper tryna be like me?

Call them Mike Tyson with the style, cause they bite me

My flow is colder than an ice

Your wifey? I toot it and boot it like I was YG

You tryna fight me? Jealousy's a bitch trait

I been saying y'all suck, that's the name of my mixtape

I been frosting flakes great ever since the fifth grade

Flows leave them dismayed, I'm sharper than a switchblade

Skip lames, I do my own shit, I got a band

Now you tryna duplicate the sound beating pots and pans

Girls repping for the gang done forgot their man

Got a lot of fans, throw up the dub with a lot of hands

Not again, I heard some nigga say, I had to do it

Acting stupid, tryna rap like Future, you fucking doofus

I got that sauce, you can stick up with that swaggering

Before I spit that acid at you like a broken battery

Fuck you mean, boy, it's Futuristic, holler back

Now a days these rappers talk 'bout money, hoes, and popping tags

That's cool, I'm down with that

Models with those bodies like an hourglass

Fresh like I walked out of the laundromat

Fly, I need a launching pad, you not fly, ostrich ass

Broke niggas wanna hop up on my fucking couch and crash

They say, count your blessings, I'm too busy counting cash

Ball hog, no nash, never see me bounce a pass

She bounce that ass for me and the squad, really though?

She was smart, she gave me all that brain, now she's a silly ho

Gave her some Young Money, she liked my A Milli flow

Colder than a Dairy Queen bar, what's the dillio?

Killing those other rappers that you probably like

I'm on another level, you should probably take a hike

They say, you hella nice, April Fool's, psych

Hey, you sound just like that guy, no, we are not alike