Misguided - Azizi Gibson

You little lonely bitch

Little phony prick

Nigga why so stiff?

Nigga it’s okay

I won’t punch your face

But I got something to say

I’m tired of your lies

I’m tired of trying

They been denying

They in denial of my sense of style

It just makes me smile

Mother fucker pipe down

I see what’s in front of me

And I need all of ya’ll

To get the fuck from we

All you shooters get the fuck from we

Can everyone please step awayyyy

Back the fuck up

Give me my spaaace

I switch it up real nice

Cause I’m off the ounce

Ima bounce right now

Why you niggas throwing salt tonight

Do forget who put you on

You ain’t up on the one

Sorry you ain’t on the list tonight

Just trill niggas trill bitches on the spot

And we going up tonight

Don’t let life go to waste shit face

Yeah we getting turnt tonight

Let’s be gooone

No let’s stay here

We’ll chill for a bit

We’ll have one drink

Fuck it let’s get ripped

I won’t be looong

I must keep goooing

This shits anoooying

Better watch your tooone

Headed straight for the throne

Got my gun to your dooome

Maaan, I’m tired of you bitch ass mother fuckers trying to say I ain’t got style

Daaamn

Now you want to ride my dick

Please make up your mind

Daaamn

Your bitch tip toed over here in jordans

Ima take her ass down

She said, «Z, will you wait for me?»

I said, «Okay… Psych!»

Bitch I’m leaving then I’m gone

And I ain’t never coming back

I ain’t got time for the bullshit

I say that on all my tracks

I don’t give a fuck who you are or what you rep

You niggas ain’t real

You meals

We gon' have a feast to that

We gon' have a feast to that

We gon' have a feast to that