Not Guilty

Lyrics

[Verse 1: 9000 Rondae] I can see you boys pussy, with no eyes I can hit that bitch pussy, with no [?] Why you niggas got love for getting locked down? Topside, now my niggas driving droptops Summertime, heard niggas getting dropped now Sun out, gun out, how I ride around When I come around now, never hear a sound Soon as a nigga leave, something went down What's going on? What you need? Why you call my phone? You bullshitting, quick to hit you with the dial tone I heard you slip and slide down, send that nigga home Don't gotta ask, 'cause they know what my niggas on How you niggas wanna play it? You really want smoke, or that even what you saying? Sun out, gun out, can't be another dead I know the deal coming in, til then, I ain't playing [Chorus: 9000 Rondae] I know the boys on [?] block, looking dead Ain't worriеd 'bout a nigga, it's the hook on my head I just want me [?] that's gon' gеt me [?] And if them boys getting not guilty [?] And pray the lord with you now, not guilty what they said [?] shit on his head [?] play with it when you get them, get fed And you can lay with them, nigga, come and make your bed Motherfucker [Verse 2: Cash Kidd] I can't fuck without the head Hear the softest niggas talk the most shit, call them Tedd Was a young nigga, riding round on the [?] Looking for [?] with my mans Now I'm looking for a plug, on that shit In another nigga city, with another nigga bitch I'm like a snowman, these karots come with a stick Thought I told you, on my mama, I am not a fucking lick Nigga, eh Been [?] all day, fire fire Hit your bitch and [?] Michael Myres Put that heat to his shirt, like a dryer Slide down with that pole like a firefighter Yeah, all this weed fogging my buffs up White sticks [?] stuck up Just hit a famous bitch on the hush hush Eh, broke ass boy, shut the fuck up Bitch, you told me you love me, I know you ain't mean it She fucked a rich nigga, now she tryna act conceded Drive down your block unannounced, we might cheese it Had to go and get it, nigga, I got tired of dreaming Just fucked a rapper lil bitch, and I had her singing Yeah, if a nigga ain't 100, you can't forse it In the stu, bitch, I'm geeked up like [?] In the field with them swipers like Dora Dora Push me, 'cause I'm close to the edge, it's like [?] Eh, remember going to school wearing fake [?] Yeah, now I go to sleep on fake titties Make her scream, now her new name is Sindi Eh, niggas keep calling private Making all these death threats, nigga, killers move in silance Niggas know I keep that cannon with me like a pirate On the road with that bag on me like I'm hiking [Chorus: 9000 Rondae] I know the boys on [?] block, looking dead Ain't worried 'bout a nigga, it's the hook on my head I just want me [?] that's gon' get me [?] And if them boys getting not guilty [?] And pray the lord with you now, not guilty what they said [?] shit on his head [?] play with it when you get them, get fed And you can lay with them, nigga, come and make your bed Motherfucker