Mic Down (feat. NBL Tq)

(Oh I'm gon' shoot it if a nigga diss my cousin nigga) (And f*ck you nigga, you ain't wrong so you ain't fuckin' with us) Yeah,I gotta put the mic down, nobody listen I was naive to think these bitches cared about your feelings And I ain't got no other plan besides run up the digits I had to locate where I was hurting and had to release the tension I was on my way drinking that pink, listening to Whitney Houston I got caught up in the lyrics, forgot what I was doing I had that fye up on my side but I ain't wanna use it I knew I was cold way down deep but I'm still gon' shoot And I ain't got no other option besides pull the trigger And before to long I'ma drop a song and I'ma get like six figures And I ain't cappin' in my rap like bitch come test me This bitch keep blowin' on my phone and why you keep on textin Like I ain't got no use for you, you ain't got one for me Just like Bron went to the Cavs and switched up for the Heat My dream is to be up on that stage and not for you on my meat And I knew I fucked up real bad when I had you in my sheets Okay like, mm-mm, okay like, mm-mm Without this rap shit what I'm gon' do And to all the opps, f*ck you (You already know my name) I had to put down the mic down nobody listenin I was naive to think these bitches cared about your feelings And I ain't got no other plan besides run up the digits I had to locate where I was hurtin' and had to release the tension I was on my way drinkin' that pink, listenin to Whitney Houston I got caught up in the lyrics, forgot what I was doin I had that fye up on my side but I ain wanna use it Knew I was cold from way down deep but I was still gon' shoot it Oh I'm gon' shoot it if a nigga diss my cousin nigga And f*ck you nigga, you ain't wrong so you ain't fuckin' with us And shawty bad, I like her style so I'm fuckin' with her G-Baby man, that be my nigga, you ain't fuckin' with em Thirty-two shots up in this whip, its solvin every problem Right now we clutchin', just hopin the laws, don't get behind us Oh thats yo nigga?, thats yo nigga, well bitch die wit him When I was broke ain f*ck with me, you used to lie to me But now nigga, comin' up, that shit is odd to me I walk on stage, these bitches, they Be screamin' loud to me Remember days what nobody wanna f*ck with me That's why I feel like f*ck you nigga, you can't thug with me I miss my niggas everyday, that's why I'm in my feelings I'm in my feelings paranoid, that's why I keep it with me I keep it with me cause I know these niggas out here zippin I'm out here zippin', plus they zippin', this shit never endin (This shit never endin) Yeah, I gotta put the mic down, nobody listen I was naive to think these bitches Cared about your feelings And I ain't got no other plan besides run up the digits I had to locate where I was hurting and had to release the tension I was on my way drinking that pink, listening to Whitney Houston I got caught up in the lyrics, forgot what I was doing I had that fye up on my side but I ain't wanna use it I knew I was cold way down deep but I'm still gon' shoot it (Im still goin' shoot it)