"Emotions" lyrics

(Ayy, G, this shit hard)
I got the sauce, I'm fuckin' up the Truies
He had a plug, but he fell off, he ain't know how to move it (aydn)
Uh, they bent his block, but he was scared, he ain't know how to shoot it
Huh

Huh, uh, uh, I'm on these pills and I can't control it
I'm probably loaded somewhere geekin', I'm in my emotion
Get on the mic' and go to preachin', they say I'm a poet
But don't compare me to no deacon, I ball like Patrick Ewing
Uh, I got the jewt, I got the sauce, I'm fuckin' up the Truies
Uh, he had a plug, but he fell off, he ain't know how to move it
And they bent his block, but he was lost, he ain't know how to shoot it
Say he gettin' to a bag, the fuck nigga Pruitt

Uh-huh, say he gettin' to a bag, the fuck nigga shootin'
Uh, nigga, I'm ridin' on the route like Terrell Owens
I'm in the trenches with my thug, nigga, I'm a drug lord
Put these fuckin' bands on your taco, nigga, don't make me do it
I got the jwet, I got the sauce, I'm fuckin' up the Truies
Uh, poor-ass nigga look like a bum, he always goin' through it
He had a plug, but he fell off, now his trap ruined
Uh-huh, nigga, your fuckin' bank account say, "Insufficient funds"
Uh-huh, Zootie runnin' up that paper like he turned Jewish
I'm in the kitchen cookin' up, Zootie Martha Stewart
Uh, you ain't good in your hood, nigga, you're a fuckin' tourist
Standin' on the scroll with my pole, dope boy influenced

Huh, uh, uh, I'm on these pills and I can't control it
I'm probably loaded somewhere geekin', I'm in my emotion
Get on the mic' and go to preachin', they say I'm a poet
But don't compare me to no deacon, I ball like Patrick Ewing
Uh, I got the jewt, I got the sauce, I'm fuckin' up the Truies
Uh, he had a plug, but he fell off, he ain't know how to move it
And they bent his block, but he was lost, he ain't know how to shoot it
Say he gettin' to a bag, the fuck nigga Pruitt