Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Guilty, artist - Psychopathic Rydas. Date of issue: 14.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Guilty |
| Who the fuck is you to say I’m guilty |
| So my hands are filthy, back the fuck up off me |
| I’m a criminal my tech-nine goes hum |
| Accusing me is like calling a retard dumb |
| From the fee to the fum, My trigger finger’s numb |
| You can sit back and watch as my nickel plate dumps |
| I explode body parts with one finger squeezin' |
| It be killin' season, I be guilty for no reason |
| (Converse) |
| I’m the filthiest so consider me the guiltiest |
| The number one murder suspect on the list |
| Full conspiracy, and cold blooded murder allegedly |
| I bang with the rydas but twice as deadly separately |
| Plus I’m into all type of automatic weaponry |
| Don’t play with me unless you playin' double jeopardy |
| For those who slept on me murder has to be committed |
| Leave all kinds of evidence so they know I did it |
| (Sawed Off) |
| Go ahead and throw the book at me, I’m guilty |
| But first you got to catch me giving up doesn’t come easy |
| Yes, I did it I admit it what you gunna do hoe? |
| I’ll smack the fuckin' judge and shove a gavel through his temple |
| Incarcerate me, you crazy? |
| What you smokin'? |
| Fuck your video and tell surveillance, stop provoking' |
| Guilty as charged but I ain’t going back behind bars |
| 10 o’clock news, masked man armed at large |
| (Chorus 2x) |
| I’m guilty of so many things who are you to judge |
| Mind ya’ll might wind up riddled with slugs |
| I’m a ryda to the very last, |
| you don’t want us all up in your game |
| So mind ya’ll we gunna dump up in that ass, ride off |
| (Cell Block) |
| I shot my pop’s, he was a guilty drunk |
| He slapped my moms' up with the barrel of his gun |
| But then again maybe it was all around town |
| She was a hooker and he had to lay his pimp hand down |
| Shit, I don’t know I was only 6 years old |
| Watching him every night at the table sniffin' blow |
| It was fucked up, I grew up way too fast |
| With a hooker and a dope dealin' pimp as my parents |
| (Foe Foe) |
| The whole court can get a piece of this dick |
| And fuck the judge and his bailiff and I’ma get the plaintiff |
| Never fuck with a killer who’s not afraid to |
| Use a shotgun, glock or blade, |
| Finish it off with a grenade and blow your block off |
| Keep the top, before I put one in the side of your head |
| Leavin' the passenger dead |
| Willing to bet that in the next couple of days |
| They say they found a body and just throw my case away |
| (Repeat 2x) |
| I didn’t do shit, I never did nothin' |
| Fuck that lyin' ass bitch, she frontin' |
| Don’t judge me I didn’t do shit wrong |
| We just kept ridin' bumpin' along |
| (Lil' Shank) |
| I’m guilty of not giving a fuck, |
| Guilty of grippin' a black truck |
| With tinted windows and the bump bump |
| Guilty of strappin' a loaded piece on my hip |
| Guilty of situations where I hustled and played a pimp |
| Not a simp or a mark either I hold it down like a restraint |
| Think I’m frontin, but I ain’t |
| Guilty of eatin' big shrimps, and barbeque ribs |
| While others sellin' crack just to feed they kids, come on |
| (Bullet) |
| Bitch, I’m guilty and because of it I’m glad to be rich |
| I’m happy, gutter fabulous, I fuck a raggedy bitch |
| I ride dirtay, pull me over, Bullet is busted |
| He mighta not checked the trunk I take no chances, I ain’t trust him |
| I’m a gangsta, pigs call me Bullet the monster |
| I’m demonstrating murder skills if anyone wants ta |
| Rydas are ready and guilty of all sorts |
| Even blowin' richies out golf carts, keep it gangsta |
| (Chorus 2x) |
| I’m guilty of so many things who are you to judge |
| Mind ya’ll might wind up riddled with slugs |
| I’m a ryda to the very last, |
| you don’t want us all up in your game |
| So mind ya’ll we gunna dump up in that ass, ride off |