G.Baby - Mic Down (feat. NBL Tq)

(Oh I'm gon' shoot it if a nigga diss my cousin nigga)

(And fuck 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, fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck with me
That's why I feel like fuck 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)

Written by:
Grayson Bell

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