Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ion Feel 'Em , by - Yo Gotti. Release date: 19.11.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ion Feel 'Em |
| You niggas, man; |
| too social |
| Niggas 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 |
| Fuckers |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 threats 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 |
| 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 |
| 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’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, fuck |