f*ck You Mean lyrics

[Intro]
Grizz, I hear you made a f*cking song called I Kidnapped Blue Ivy? Are you f*cking crazy? Have you lost your f*cking mind? Y'know that sh*t's not going on the album , you f*cking idiot. Done with this n*gga

[Verse 1]
Why does Grizzy gotta holla, diss some rappers over nada
Why does Grizzy have a song saying that he f*cked Rihanna?
I remember when he used to flow concious like Common
Now the n*gga sound like Marshall Mathers on molly
Nope. Grizzy got smarter, done got a dollar, got a little hotter
They wanna sign me they better add a couple commas
Before I go kamikaze in this b*tch like Gadaffi, oh you n*ggas tryna stop me?
You n*ggas want a body? You better get a Ouija board and resurrect Gotti
Cause you running outta time, I ain't running outta rhymes
Plus I'm getting sick and tired of living home with my moms
And the way A-List keeps f*cking Goddamn, I think motherf*cker bout to have another child
And I love Eli like the 'lil n*gga mine, wait a minute, Eli, Elijah. f*ck it
Bout to catch a body on this beat and start trouble. I swear when you die that's the only time they love you
The king of the jungle I murder anybody claiming they want it
That goes for the legends including Hova, f*ck being humble
And Wale just hit me so critics is hatin' and then I text A-List "look what he sayin',"
I looked in the mirror and looked at myself and then A-List just text me like "Grizzy we made it!"

[Hook]
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say but right before them n*ggas even move they lips
I tell em "Suck my di*k, if you don't like my sh*t, then holla at A-List. "
Like
n*ggas talking bout Grizz ain't got it no mo, got it no mo
Got it no mo
n*ggas talking bout Grizz ain't got it no mo, got it no mo
Got it no mo
What the f*ck you mean? n*gga, what the f*ck you mean? n*gga what the f*ck you mean?
I been spitting sixteens since I was sixteen like an M16, what the f*ck you mean?

[Verse 2]
Yeah
All them days I was trying figure out how to get up in the game and take the crown
Tell 'Ye he can have a seat or either come sign me or put the pen and paper down
I been trying get signed since '05, no lie now me and lean is back
They count the loot, a loose no one sicker in the booth the truth is proofed and this sh*t is damn good to bounce??
Life's a b*tch I'm trying to f*ck the world and stick my di*k inside far from pulling out
I done gave y'all sh*t to think about, spent years trying to take the bigger route
A-List packed up and he was out, took a trip to the West now he's en route
Came back with a bag of crack so many tracks to snap I got sh*t to crush the South
Everything was all good just a week ago, til Trinidad opened up his mouth
But it made sh*t a whole lot better though, no more f*ck sh*t I'm coming with a better flow
My old b*tch gone now gone now I got a better ho
New n*ggas, old n*ggas, all them better no
We about to have the game in a headlock, tell them other n*ggas they can take a head shot
That's a red dot, you betta' tell K-Dot I'm coming for his spot
We don't need Barney Rubble or Fred or Wilma or Betty, I make a b*tch bed rock

[Hook]
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say but right before them n*ggas even move they lips
I tell em "Suck my di*k, if you don't like my sh*t, then holla at A-List. "
Like
n*ggas talking bout Grizz ain't got it no mo, got it no mo
Got it no mo
n*ggas talking bout Grizz ain't got it no mo, got it no mo
Got it no mo
What the f*ck you mean? n*gga, what the f*ck you mean?