Yo Gotti - Ion Feel Em lyrics

(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**