Fuck You Mean Lyrics

Fuck you mean

I don't care about you who wasn't with me on the scene

Yeah, she wiping her nose, I can get it clean

Yeah, yeah, you don't know what I meant, you don't know what I seen

You say you got a gun, all you saw was the beam

Yeah, yeah, I'm in your shawty, I'm making her scream

Fuck her so good, I'm making her cream

You know what you say, you know what you seen

You say you got a gun, all you got is a beam

Shoot with some accuracy, shoot like Kareem

I shot him in the back so he can't walk

I might have to shoot him in his mouth so he can't talk

My shooters, they stoked, yeah

They all got them snipers, they making them hope

Snipers big as hell, they like to hope

He say that bling ain't shit, but it's making him cough

Josh on the beat, he bout to go off

Fuck you mean

I'm finna go clear out the scene

Starting that bitch and I'm breaking her spleen

I'm finna go pop me a beam, ass down, I'll never be seen

Play around, you get hit with the beam

I stay stacking the cheese

Y'all getting donuts, no Krispy Kreme

Balling this beat, just switching that shit

I'm finna go green

I'm off the walk, I'm sipping on lean

Smoking these trees, up with the birds

All of these bitches, they fuck with me

They don't fuck with nerds

Ain't nerds, no candy

I'm giving up pipe

No handyman

She fuck with me, she don't fuck with family

I'm drinking that wok out of that Stanley

She say she can't stay me, I guess she disabled

Making her legs rock just like a dreidel

She say she trying to die

You know that shit fatal

She say she want spin, I got some her dreidel

She want to fuck, we all on the table

I got hella streams

Don't need a label

She said is you good

I say I'm not stable

Let's watch a movie

Don't got cable

We the Breaking Bad

No blue crystal

He say I'm not strapped

I'm clutching my pistol

My shooters pull up, and you know they gonna hit you

I know I'm a rapper

You know I'm official

I know that bitch dirty

No, I'm not gonna kiss you

You smell like fist

You stay in the lake

Nobody gonna get you

You know that we got Drake

We got gas

All of us out of guns

Crossing the map

I make it stack

Don't need no rap

I could just chat

Don't need a cap

No, I'm never gonna lack

If your man's running up, I'ma put a hoe through his back

Keep it a buck

Yeah, I keep it a stack

Bitch, who you learning

I know you a rat

See them reclining

I need this shit back

This all facts

No cap, no back

I roll up that gas

They making new packs

Yeah, bitch, fuck with me

I add up them racks

We slide through the city

We sprint through your block

She on my chicken

Don't need to say cock

Her eyes wide open

Her jaw been dropped

We never gonna start, so I'm not gonna stop

This off the dome

This off the top

Baby, what you talking about