Anti-simp Squad - Azizi Gibson

Yeah, let me talk my shit

My motherfucking turn

Stop giving a shit about whatever everybody else got going on

Stop giving a fuck about what everybody else saying and shit

Suck my dick

Scooby style, hoe

Put some bark in it lol

All of you hoes getting slayed

None of the bills getting paid

It’s an easy transaction

Twerk for a nigga satisfaction

Wasn’t it you that wanted a nigga from the Hamptons?

Wasn’t it you that’s in my past always laughing?

I can imagine, I wasn’t in no wagon

Now that you’re over here your booty’s what I’m taxing

Play dead if you want to

That’s how you get a spear to your gut

Your shit you can’t undo

Sorry we don’t give a fuck

You’re out of luck if you ask me

Hit the cross for a new leaf

Don’t switch on a nigga like my old bitch

Don’t bitch at a nigga like my new bitch

Then I hear a bitch nigga say some shit

You don’t want the smoke, you’re running away

You’re just a grenade

You don’t want the smoke, you’re running away

You’re just a grenade

You don’t want the smoke, you’re running away

You’re just a grenade

You don’t want the smoke, you’re running away

You’re just a grenade

All of you hoes getting slayed, Shit

None of the bills getting paid

It’s an easy transaction

Twerk for a nigga satisfaction

Wasn’t it you that wanted a nigga from the Hamptons?

Wasn’t it you that’s in my past always laughing?

I can imagine, I wasn’t in this wagon

Now that you’re over here you ask what I’m taxing

You don’t want the smoke, you’re running away

You don’t want the smoke, you’re running

You don’t want the smoke, you’re running away

Cause you’re a grenade

You don’t want the smoke, you’re running away

You’re just a grenade

You don’t want the smoke, you’re running away

You’re just a grenade

You don’t want the smoke, you’re running away

You’re just a grenade

You don’t want the smoke, you’re running away

You’re just a grenade

You don’t want the smoke, you’re running away

You’re just a grenade

You don’t want the smoke, you’re running away

You’re just a grenade

You don’t want the smoke, you’re running away

You’re just a grenade

You don’t want the smoke, you’re running away

You’re just a grenade

Hmm, yeah

None of the bills getting paid

Look, it’s an easy transaction

Please twerk for a nigga satisfaction

Wasn’t it you that wanted a nigga from the Hamptons?

Wasn’t it you that’s in my past always laughing?

I can imagine, I wasn’t in no wagon

Now that you’re over here your booty’s what I’m taxing