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