AKT Aktion - f** You Mean lyrics

[Intro] Hey, hey Y'all don't really want it [x3] f** you mean, n***a? f** you mean, boy? [x2] WTF gang, ball, ball, Aktion on the beat [Verse 1] Yo, tank on, tats out, with the chucks, boy Snapback, cargos sagging, don't give a f**, boy Grown a** man, n***a, what boy? f** boy Ask me how I feel about you rapping? You s**, 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 c**aine 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 n***as get no play I'm in the game and I k** sh**, 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 [Hook] f** you mean, n***a? f** you mean, boy? [x4] I don't think they want it, they don't really want it [x4] [Verse 2] 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 b**h trait I been saying y'all s**, 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 sh**, 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 n***a say, I had to do it Acting stupid, tryna rap like Future, you f**ing doofus I got that sauce, you can stick up with that swaggering Before I spit that acid at you like a broken battery [Hook] [Verse 3] f** 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 hourgla** Fresh like I walked out of the laundromat Fly, I need a launching pad, you not fly, ostrich a** Broke n***as wanna hop up on my f**ing couch and crash They say, count your blessings, I'm too busy counting cash Ball hog, no nash, never see me bounce a pa** She bounce that a** 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? k**ing 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 [Hook]