Junya Junya

(Skeletrix Island Radio, yeah, damn) No, we don't feel you No, we don't feel you No, we don't feel you, bitch (Bitch) No, we don't feel you (Bitch) Feel you, bitch (Yeah) No, we don't feel you (Yeah) No, we don't feel you (Yeah) No, we don't feel you (Yeah) She want the Issey Miyake but can't get a kiss (Ye-oh, yeah) I don't even feel you, bitch This isn't that trap shit This that real music I ain't even talkin' about Z06 I ain't even talkin' about six-six-six (Yeah) Took them at Amazon out on rodeo hail, hail Told them fake ass niggas, "Oh yeah, go to hell" (Go to hell) Slimey ass niggas still smiling in my face, god damn (Face, god damn) Snakes in the grass, got the choppa, they hear what I'm saying (What I'm saying) I don't even feel you, bitch, I don't even feel you, bitch We don't even feel that bitch, we don't even feel that kid "Hop in that Z06, get out," I ain't even feel that shit (Yeah) Hop in that Range truck, spin out Spin out, spin out, ah No, we don't feel you You know we ain't feel you Nah, I ain't feel Nah, I ain't feel, yeah, huh, phew No, I ain't feel you (Yeah, mm, mm) No, I ain't feel you, yeah No, I ain't feel you, mm-mm No, I ain't feel you (Yeah) No, I ain't feel you (Yeah) No, I ain't feel you, yeah No, I ain't feel you, huh No, I ain't feel And that bitch she really my demon And that bitch she really my phantom Bad bitch not Madea She just wanna get the Lamb' truck Bae, come pull your pants up Had to rip my pants up Junya, Junya (Junya, Junya) On my shooter He just shoot your teeth out Rich flex nigga really T'd up I ain't feel you, I ain't feel you No, I don't feel these niggas No, I don't feel these niggas Feel these niggas Billionaires Really just killin' these niggas Really just killin' these niggas, yeah, yeah (Ha) Junya, Junya Junya, Junya She want the Lamb', baby, you not a fan Junya on Rodeo (Skeletrix Island Radio) Junya, Junya (Junya, Junya) On my shooter He just shoot your teeth out Rich flex nigga really T'd up