Misguided lyrics

[Intro]
Please forgive me

[Verse]
You lil' lonely b*tch, lil' phony prick
n*gga, why so stiff? n*gga, 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 tryin', they been denyin'
They in denial of my sense of style, It just makes me smile
Motherf*cker, pipe down
I see what's in front of me
And I need all of y'all to get the f*ck from we
All you shooters get the f*ck from we
Can everyone, please, step away?
Back the f*ck up, give me my space
I switch it up real nice 'cause I'm off the ounce, I'ma bounce right now
Why you n*ggas throwin' 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 n*ggas, trill b*tches on the spot
And we goin' up tonight
Don't let life go to waste sh*tface
Yeah, we gettin' turn tonight
Let's be gone, no, let's stay here
We'll chill for a bit, we'll have one drink
f*ck it, let's get ripped
I won't be long, I must keep goin'
This sh*t's annoyin', better watch your tone
Headed straight for the throne, got my gun to your dome
Man, I'm tired of you b*tch-ass motherf*ckers tryin' to say I ain't got style
Damn, now you want to ride my di*k, please make up your mind
Damn, your b*tch tip toed over here in Jordans, I'ma take her ass down
She said, "Zi, will you wait for me?", I said, "Okay... Sike!"
b*tch, I'm leavin' then I'm gone and I ain't never comin' back
I ain't got time for the bullsh*t, I say that on all my tracks
I don't give a f*ck who you are or what you rep
You n*ggas ain't real, you meals
[Outro]
We gon' have a feast to that
We gon' have a feast to that
We gon' have a feast to that