Trickin lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah (Tuned up)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ayo, Sheff)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm quick to give a b*tch a home, yeah
I'm quick to give a b*tch a home, yeah
I'm quick to give a b*tch a home, yeah
I'm quick to give a b*tch a home

[Chorus]
I'm quick to buy a b*tch a phone
I'm quick to give a b*tch a home
I keep saving these hoes, my homies tell that me I'm slow
I'm sick of saving these b*tches, I felt bad 'cause she's homeless
But you gotta get up on your own, b*tch
And you really gotta leave me 'lone, b*tch
And I feel like a peace of sh*t 'cause really I don't give a f*ck if she cry
No, I can't answer the phone, lil' baby, I'm sorry I gotta decline
Can you please give me the curtesy of sayin' the pus*y is mine?
Even though I know it isn't
My homies saying that I'm trickin', my homies saying that I'm simping

[Verse]
Beat the pus*y, now she limpin'
I was crying in the kitchen, now I'm on a b*tch's playlist
TwoThree can't say sh*t 'cause all his b*tches basic
But honestly I don't got no room to talk
'Cause all my b*tches steady doing c*cks
And even though I begged the b*tch to stop
She ain't ever gon' change, she gon' keep giving brain
She just wanna get saved, but I don't even got a cape
[Chorus]
I'm quick to buy a b*tch a phone
I'm quick to give a b*tch a home
I keep saving these hoes, my homies tell that me I'm slow
I'm sick of saving these b*tches, I felt bad 'cause she's homeless
But you gotta get up on your own, b*tch
And you really gotta leave me 'lone, b*tch
And I feel like a peace of sh*t 'cause really I don't give a f*ck if she cry
No, I can't answer the phone, lil' baby, I'm sorry I gotta decline
Can you please give me the curtesy of sayin' the pus*y is mine?
Even though I know it isn't
My homies saying that I'm trickin', my homies saying that I'm simping