Lyrics

[Intro:] Do me a favor Turn the lights down low Yes I mean it real low there we go Right there right there Also, see I'm trying to put my lighter up If you got a lighter turn that joint on Keep it on If you don't got a lighter Turn your cell phones on Point it to the TV It's Mickey Let's go [Verse 1:] Sup You don't fuck with a n*gga no more How could you not fuck with me no more I ain't stuck in my feelings no more But let me tell you what did it hold on I looked out for you Little Rock got treated like family I even vouched for you My n*gga cosigned with a jimmy handy What the fuck is wrong with you Hands up in the air if you relate then Dealing with the same dumb situation Help a mother fucker out and don't say shit when you need Damn that's cold I'm in the front seat sitting low playing Kanye West Drive slow with a screwed up voice cuz a n*gga don't know How to feel with somebody that he thought was his bro Can't even come through N*gga got dos I didn't put you on shows I didn't get a n*gga flows Guess when you get grown everybody gets bold I don't know Can't lie I shed a tear when I'm alone Cuz I don't let people in I don't let people know When you're playing with art you're playing with my soul You playing with my heart I ain't playing with you dawg I swear on my mom better get up on your phone And give a n*gga a call about the shit going on [Chorus:] I see them fuck n*ggas over there We don't fuck with n*ggas over there I see them fuck n*ggas over there We don't fuck with n*ggas over there Over here over there over there over there See them fuck n*ggas over there We don't fuck with n*ggas over there See them fuck n*ggas over there We don't fuck with n*ggas over there Over there over there over there over there [Verse 2:] No no no Don't turn the lights up Leave them where they at They stay right there Y'all put your lighters back in the air Put your phones back in the air I need to feel that energy You know what I'm saying I was talking to Lupe Other day see we're trying to change lives With the shit that we say Teach people how to rhyme Gotta teach a new way Piece of me is like a funeral today Wrote it all out it's a beautiful decay I swear n*ggas phony It's tired of my OGs Guess n*ggas don't know me From the Bronx Where the pussy gets sold on the corner And the mothers can't ever find daughters And the sink never stopped dripping waters My man Pop got shot for a quarter Broad daylight no Diane Sawyer Where a n*gga old bread act like he never saw you Looking out for yourself everybody is a void So I got tough skin Gotta watch you with a n*gga girlfriends Now I see I gotta start being fake giving cold handshakes for the win No more pretend don't call me again That's what I told a girl being phony again Bitch try to front like we homies again No You can never blow me again If you a Mickey Factz fan You know I don't curse You know I knows facts I keep shit real I never get mad But n*ggas out here got it fucked up bad Word of my niece getting tired of you n*ggas No more no more lying with you n*ggas No more no more lying with you n*ggas For real I ain't even got time for you n*ggas [Chorus]