Ion Feel Em
Yo Gotti
You n***as man too social
N***as is to media like
Tellin' on yourselves
Tellin' on everybody else
Twenty fifteen stop doing it for the 'gram
Do it for your fam
F**kers
Gun emoji on they comment you gon' kill '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
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 d**n
I don't trust these n***as
I don't f**k with these n***as
These buster a*s 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
Sendin' threats on the 'gram they gon' kill you
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
S**t different my n***a
We don't do comments
These young n***as shoot pistols my n***a
D**g 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 s**t
Can't make bonds and s**t
When you 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*****s really ain't bad like they on IG
In person might think it's a whole 'nother person
N***a livin' through my verses
B***hes f**kin' 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 s**t that they can't even buy
N***a quick to write some s**t 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 s**t when I'm lookin' in your eyes
P***y
Gun emoji on they comment' you gon' kill '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
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'mma
Get too close I'mma scalp him
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'mma 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**k it
