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