(feat. Kevin Gates)
[Intro - DJ Drama:]
You n***as, man; too social
n***as 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**ers
[Hook - Yo Gotti:]
Got beef with a n***a on Twitter, you a hitter
Gun emoji on they comment, you gon' k** 'em
I don't believe these n***as
I ain't with these n***as
I don't get these n***as
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***as
I don't f** with these n***as
These buster-a** n***as, 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' k** you
[Verse 1 - Yo Gotti:]
I just woke up to some Twitter beef
Social gangstas, them n***as tickle me
And my b**h say I'm a deadbeat, on the 'gram
But I burn they head every week
I'm from Memphis, my n***a
sh** different, my n***a
We don't do comments
These young n***as shoot pistols, my n***a
Drug dealin' on the 'gram, you got that act for sale
Are you a Microsoft plug, you got threats for sale?
These n***as uploading guns and sh**
Can't make bonds and sh**
When you gon' post your whole life, how you gon' run?
These n***as ain't thinkin', these n***as foolish
And me, I'm just coolin'
Kickin' back, like who they think that they foolin'?
These n***as ain't G, these n***as ain't me
These b**hes really ain't bad, like they on I-G
In person, might think it's a whole 'nother person
n***a livin' through my verses
b**hes f**in' just for purses; is it worth it?
But who am I?
I will never live a lie, I won't even try
n***a quick to post some sh** that they can't even buy
n***a quick to write some sh** that they won't even try
Gun emoji, bang-bang; p**y, 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** when I'm lookin' in your eyes
p**y
[Hook - Yo Gotti:]
Got beef with a n***a on Twitter, you a hitter
Gun emoji on they comment', you gon' k** 'em
I don't believe these n***as
I ain't with these n***as
I don't get these n***as
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; cla**-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 sk**s
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**