Ion Feel Em - Yo Gotti feat Kevin Gates
[Intro - DJ Drama:]
You n_ggas, man; too social
N_ggas is to media-like
Tellin' on yourselves
Tellin' on everybody else
Twenty-fifteen, don't do it for the 'gram
Do it for your fam
F_ckers
[Hook - Yo Gotti:]
Got beef with a n_gga on Twitter, you a hitter
Gun emoji on they comment, you gon' kill 'em
I don't believe these n_ggas
I ain't with these n_ggas
I don't get these n_ggas
I don't feel 'em
[Bridge - Yo Gotti:]
And you got act for sale on the 'gram
Took a picture from the Lamb
And you got bricks for sale on the town, God damn
I don't trust these n_ggas
I don't f_ck with these n_ggas
These buster-ass n_ggas, I don't feel 'em
I don't feel 'em, I don't feel 'em
I don't feel 'em, I don't feel 'em, I don't feel 'em
You a gangsta on Twitter, I don't feel you
Sendin' threats on the 'gram, they gon' kill you
[Verse 1 - Yo Gotti:]
I just woke up to some Twitter beef
Social gangstas, them n_ggas tickle me
And my b_tch say I'm a deadbeat, on the 'gram
But I burn they head every week
I'm from Memphis, my n_gga
Sh_t different, my n_gga
We don't do comments
These young n_ggas shoot pistols, my n_gga
Drug dealin' on the 'gram, you got that act for sale
Are you a Microsoft plug, you got threats for sale?
These n_ggas uploading guns and sh_t
Can't make bonds and sh_t
When you gon' post your whole life, how you gon' run?
These n_ggas ain't thinkin', these n_ggas foolish
And me, I'm just coolin'
Kickin' back, like who they think that they foolin'?
These n_ggas ain't G, these n_ggas ain't me
These b_tches really ain't bad, like they on I-G
In person, might think it's a whole 'nother person
N_gga livin' through my verses
B_tches f_ckin' just for purses; is it worth it?
But who am I?
I will never live a lie, I won't even try
N_gga quick to post some sh_t that they can't even buy
N_gga quick to write some sh_t that they won't even try
Gun emoji, bang-bang; p_ssy, you a lie
Never shot nothin', never watched nothin' die
How you gon' hash-tag squad, when you ain't ever ride?
Log on, log off; yeah, run and hide
And be on that same tough sh_t when I'm lookin' in your eyes
P_ssy
[Hook - Yo Gotti:]
Got beef with a n_gga on Twitter, you a hitter
Gun emoji on they comment', you gon' kill 'em
I don't believe these n_ggas
I ain't with these n_ggas
I don't get these n_ggas
I don't feel 'em
[Verse 2 - Kevin Gates:]
Took a trip out the city, bein' escorted by [?]
Just had come back from out the row, but I got caught in the district
Paper-thin, gettin' skinny; class-two and a felony
What if I get convicted, who gon' take care of my children?
Prayin' harder than ever, know I oughta do better
I be talkin' to God, while I walk with the Devil
Sell the carpenter skills
Work in horrible weather
Can hold a hammer and nail, pistol and an umbrella
The clip [?] I'm a [?]
Get too close, I'm a scalp him
Jump up out the Benz, [?]
What that is, a Beretta?
[?] Sylvester
Ain't no shinin' when I'm grindin'
On my mind is whatever
Mike Brown murder only talked about for a week
They say Gates what's your take? We just wanna hear you speak
Where I'm from, it's cold-hearted every day in the streets
Stood on avenues with [?]
They won't work, I'm a flood
Even when it's hot, I thug
Make 'em work for the boss
(Got it like what if I go to jail?)
They gon' work for a boss, f_ck
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