Ion Feel Em

[Intro: DJ Drama] You niggas, man; too social Niggas is too media-like Tellin' on yourselves, tellin' on everybody else 2015, stop doin it for the 'gram Do it for your fam, fuckers (Metro Boomin want some more, nigga) [x2] [Hook: Yo Gotti] Got beef with a nigga on Twitter, you a hitter Gun emoji on they comment, you gon' kill 'em I don't believe these niggas I ain't with these niggas, I don't get these niggas 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 niggas I don't fuck with these niggas These buster-ass niggas, 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 niggas tickle me And my bitch say I'm a deadbeat, on the 'gram But I burn they head every week I'm from Memphis, my nigga, shit different, my nigga We don't do comments, these young niggas shoot pistols, my nigga Drug dealin' on the 'gram, you got that Act for sale Are you a Microsoft plug, you got Thraxx for sale? These niggas uploading guns and shit Can't make bonds and shit When you gon' post your whole life, how you gon' run? These niggas ain't thinkin', these niggas foolish And me, I'm just coolin' Kickin' back, like who they think that they foolin'? These niggas ain't G, these niggas ain't me These bitches really ain't bad, like they on I-G In person, might think it's a whole 'nother person Nigga livin' through my verses Bitches fuckin' just for purses; is it worth it? But who am I? I will never live a lie, I won't even try Nigga quick to post some shit that they can't even buy Nigga quick to write some shit that they won't even try Gun emoji, bang-bang; pussy, 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 shit when I'm lookin' in your eyes Pussy [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; class-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 skills, 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, fuck it (Shit, I'ma make them bitches do they job!)