Rich Homie Quan - Yeahhh lyrics

I'm in love with types of b**hes, you regular type of n***a Be tryna get in my business, but couldn't run in my business These n***as they in they feelings, can't hide em because we see it These n***as claiming they real till they true color revealed Used to do nothing but steal, till I did that lil bid At every game I would win, they would think that sh** was real That p**y pink like a pig and that a** is like a hog Find out that b**h stealing, tie her up then put her out Find out she ovulating, hit her up then pull it out Why she claiming that my baby when I f**ing pulled it out? I told that b**h, "Swallow these babies and don't f**ing spit 'em out" (Why? Why? Why?) ‘Cause they might grow up to be something real special You can't never trust nobody, never trust nobody Cold-hearted motherf**er never love nobody, never love nobody Remember staying with my mama then I turnt up the skreet No heat, remember being cold so I bought me a mink At fifteen jumped off the porch, landed straight in the skreet Still stop at Gresham Citgo just to get me some sweets Shout out [?], [?], shout out [?] Shout out the 6, ‘cause that's my zone, shout out to PDE [Hook:] Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey yeah, hey yeah, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey yeah, yeah, yeah Hey yeah, yeah, yeah I keep my pistol on ready, ‘cause I don't live for the moment Shorty claiming she want me, but I pa** to the homies She s** around on my meat, like a piece of bologna She asking, "Quan, do you got me?" I tell her, "Get some insurance" Okay now dish my detergent, I wipe my hands when they dirty Because all day, all day, I've been running through this money These b**hes be flirtin', I f**ed that hoe for no purpose I swear that all day, all day, I've been running through these condoms Tell me why, maybe you know They underestimated me, it hurt they heart, when I broke Came back in the motherf**in' trenches Tight shirt on with some Balmain britches Them lame n***as over there but I hit all they b**hes I hit all they b**hes, to the point, that I f**ed them, and don't call them b**hes I ain't saying what I'm doing may be right But when I do it, boy, I give the [?] Jump out the hot box, police on me, I'm dodgin' the car I see all my cars in the lot, be careful they watchin' Nah, be careful they got it now, be careful I got jailed The code word, we call it, "Christmas" when we talking bail I made a oath and told myself I wouldn't go back to jail Wound up in the courthouse with a Gucci sweater on, a n***a got higher than Hell But I ain't give a damn, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah And I don't give a damn if my partner get locked up, accept all the calls Where I'm from, we ain't seeing sh**, we ain't heard of sh**, and we don't talk And every n***a take a loss, that's how you come back, that make you a boss Thought I was gone, psyche, got 'em Her natural hair long, what I like about her This ain't even all of my sh**, this ain't even all of my whips These ain't even all of my b**hes, y'all ain't even all of my n***as [Hook:] Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey yeah, hey yeah, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey yeah, yeah, yeah Hey yeah, yeah, yeah