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