Kevin Gates - Ion Feel Em lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama] You n***as, man; too social n***as is too media-like Tellin' on yourselves, tellin' on everybody else 2015, stop doin it for the 'gram Do it for your fam, f**ers (Metro Boomin want some more, n***a) [x2] [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 Thraxx 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] [Verse 2: Kevin Gates] Took a trip out the city, bein' extorted by six Just had come back from up the road, but I got court in the district Paper-thin, gettin' skinny; cla**-two an offender 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't hold a hammer and nail, pistol and an umbrella The clip watch back I'ma stab him, get too close, I'ma scalp ya Jump up out the Benz Sprinter, all white Berlinetta What that is, a Beretta? Character or 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, this go on every day in the streets Stood on allies with Leonard, they won't work, I'mma flood Even when it's hot, I thug, make 'em work for the bust (God it's like what if I go to jail?) They gon' work for a bust, f** it (sh**, I'ma make them b**hes do they job!)