Fuck You

[Intro] Fuck you fuck you fuuuuuck you Fuck you fuck you fuuuuuck you (its the big bad wolf) Yeah [Verse 1: Yelawolf] I’m from Alabama buddy and what? What does that mean? you don’t like my state? You put a stereotype on my people homie But you know exactly what I’m gonna say You see me shining without a diamond at all But you’d rather see me stuck in the shade Oh you mad I’m getting butter motherfucker You don’t wanna see yeller get paid That’s a reasonable excuse to hate So thank you I must bless you It's unbelievable you could rescue The nephew and girl let loose Who am I? well you know who I am When cat fish billy's middle finger flings And all the love I’m getting from the critics Is making me just wanna turn around and sing (sing!) [Hook] Fuck you! fuck you! fuuuuuck you! (Sing along!) Fuck you! fuck you! fuuuuuck You! (Fellas!) Fuck you! fuck you! fuuuuuck you! (Ladies!) Fuck you! fuck You! fuuuuuck you! (Everybody!) [Verse 2: Yelawolf] You might be used to hearing it And if you are cool then I’ll say it again If you ain’t got a problem with saying out loud Turn around and tell it to a friend You might be riding inside of your car alone But you can do it with one hand So throw it up when you see the boys in blue Passing you in a patty wagon van I’m a crook, take a look Two words written all over my hooks I got in a fight last night with the security This is all that it took I know I got a cubic zirconium watch And a chain and an old money rang but All the attention it brings from the women Is making me wanna turn around and sing, Bitch (Fuck you!) [Hook] [Verse 3: Yelawolf] Yelawolf I’m a piranha Eat a beat, see the physic, yep I’m a runna' Get a 'fuck you', buddy come take a numba' Sure as the sun sets over my long dick in the summa' I give a long bird too many wrong words That fall to the life of my persona' For the fiftieth time if you wondered, don’t wonder Listen to the back, to the front Tell the people what they want If you came into the club with a sack full of buds But they won’t let you roll up a blunt Tell 'em, If they tryin' ta You gotta hot girl tell her I’m gonna You in the house and the song comes on Go outside and yell it in you pajamas (Sing!) [Hook] [Outro: Yelawolf] Yeah Yelawolf A.k.a catfish billy Supa hot beats Fuck you Hollar at g Mustard Yeah I’m still at it Ghetto vision (It's the big bad wolf) Holla at your boy Middle fingers in the air Fuck You