Guilty

(Emz Beats) Yo Rv Circle the opp block, get round there (skrrt) Who's there? This ain't knock knock (who?) And if I hit that pussy, bro said leave it What a cock block They can stay inside when the block's hot See me ten toes like I got socks off (ten toes) Sh, got chinged out his outfit So it's barely out like a crop-top (eugh) Man, know what I do for the P's (what?) Connect to my phone, no hotspots (true) Trap runnin' like Uber Eats Food gets picked up, then it gets dropped off Bro's in jail, but you can't stop clocks (free up) Still steppin' on squares, no hop-scotch New link for the waps that's top-notch G lot pops off, done with the dot-dots (bow-bow) Get round there with a loaded weapon Something gets got when we go and get them Sh, got done up, it weren't his fault Really, we wanted to smoke his brethern (Haha) They try and run, but they all got caught, heh Come like the co-defendants (dickhead) Took it to trail, banked a right Should've went guilty for a lower sentence Guilty, not guilty My black blade, got filthy (turn, turn) They had me in an interview But it weren't nothing like Oprah Winfrey's (turn, told me turn, ay) I got more links than Linktree But I still can't let the wap link, link me (nope) Because the feds would love to induction Jimmy Guilty, not guilty, what will be, will be (He) I ain't tryna end up like my man Barber, lock that door when you trim me (Nope) Try tell 'em this pepper ain't minty Gang made that beat before Quicksy (Real talk) X-5 try spin me, on route, them size cuttin' through Linley I'm hungry like I'm 15 again When I never see a white box like dillion (no) In my home gym reminiscing when gang took the tray westward, no Vivienne (turn, turn up) Of course, you're gonna see things different When you sit down, and you speak on millions (turn, told me turn, ay) Too much drama, I been up in the Midlands Nearly let me speak like millions (turn, turn, turn up) Remember the 125 (one) Cheap hand ting, two-point-five (one) Bro's tryna turn something three point five (suh-suh) Crunch time when the demons slide (suh, s-s-s-suh) No youths with the big 45 plus the shotgun long it's like five foot five (one) We pulled up on hmm, he didn't expect it We tried to do him side-by-side (ugh) Had the drakes tryna intercept us, tryna get us glide-by-glide (turn) You ever had five tings sing One Summer It's coming like Jackson 5 (turn, ay) They wanna send a can like Fanta, Sprite It could because of the CCTV or because of the satellite or 'Cause he left prints on the handle bike Guilty, not guilty My black blade, got filthy (turn, turn) They had me in an interview But it weren't nothing like Oprah Winfrey's (turn, told me turn, ay) I got more links than Linktree but I still can't let the wap link, link me (nope) Because the feds would love to induction Jimmy Guilty, not guilty, what will be, will be (heh) I ain't tryna end up like my man, Barber Lock that door when you trim me (nope) Try tell 'em this pepper ain't minty Gang made that beat before Quicksy (real talk) X-5 try spin me, on route, them size cuttin' through Linley