emotions

Bitch you just mad, but I'm making mad money Lil twin in that Jag, he do bout' 200 She can't take dick, she in the ba, and this lil bitch runnin Uh, KRS my fit and bitch She want Rick, I say, hell nah, she pitch a fit Been in that field, and I got on pitcher's fit And hell nah, you not gang, so why you think your picture fit? Speaking pictures Twin throw a four up in that shit, he throw a four up in the one, that's Mr. Diggs She got a man, okay, but I know who she dig She said"boy you cannot f*ck, you gon' f*ck up my wig" What the shit, this other bitch want my energy I had to cut that shit Told that bitch that if she cheat, I'll cut her clit I don't even want this bitch, I don't even want this bitch She want me for money, no, this bitch not slick And bitch, my shoes say 700, so how the f*ck can I trip?(How can I trip) How can I trip F80 make bout' 700, take off my pants rip And these niggas fake as f*ck, can keep that damn shit Cut them off before the fame, and they still say I'm fake Huh, they just don't know I know Bitch, I know you hoe Bitch, I know you bitch Yeah, I used to be in bmx, but no hoe I don't trick I love this life I'm living, I know I'm blessed I gotta cut the snakes, cause I know this a test I know the universe wanna see me do my best I know they gon' take care of the rest Huh, Huh, Huh