Guilty by FLORYBEATS I get swift in the night, can’t afford a gun so I went in with a knife, fuckin with me you playing with your life, I’m always high as a kite, trynna get my mind right, talking all that shit finna get your ass hit, pull up to the function with a bad bitch, I don’t really think you want the static, clutching on this trigger is a habit, lay your ass down for eternity sleeping in a casket, that Pussy is mines imma tag it, used to have to sleep on the bed with my brothers at night but we ain’t no faggot, if your chain blinging imma snatch it, why he always trynna cap like that never even happened, next time I see you I’m goin for the throat imma slash it, aye where the fuck the blunt , hurry up and pass it, run up on em imma jack it, run up my money imma stack, give me 2 years I’ll be racing inna cat, do a drive by leave a bloody mess on his mat, man I’d rather die before I chill with that rat, set em up, wet em up, now he all in a pack, if you want a pound of weed hit me up on my trap, I got two whips so you know I don’t lack, just did a hit and run and you know that I dashed, 2 bitches just me and you know that I smashed, tell them bitches to go I ain’t fuckin for cash, if the cops pull up then you better hide the stash, gotta big red beam and that bitch real bright, me and All my homies sceeming thru the night, you gotta be silly think I’m beefing with a dyke, can’t trust my own homies feel like I’m living a lie, smokin on some dank got me all fried, and if you wanna start a problem imma pull out my pipe , bitch you know that I really does this, leave a dude wetter than a blood pit, if it’s up bitch then it’s stuck bitch, and I never gave a fuck bitch, all you pussy hoes wishin you could touch this, run up on me fast imma bust this, put a switch on the glock that came with a drum, I was grabbing on her hair that’s what made her cum, why you trippin on me I’m was trynna have fun, all my homies rich ian working with no bums, woulda thought it was a swat the way I got All these guns, only got my brother they my real day ones, fuck around switch the flow, I’m lookin to my right, got a line of some blow, my bars so cold imma needa fuckin coat, I was playin with her pussy, put it al down her throat, she say I killed the pussy murder what she wrote, kill a fuck boy if he thinking imma joke, cops pull me over imma have to hit the road, I ain’t speaking on shit better have my mouth sewed.