[Verse 1: RV]
[?]
(E- e- e- 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 oufit, 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-knotch
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 bredrin (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
[Chorus: Headie One and Rv]
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 [?] me
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 Quincy (Real talk)
[?] try spin me, on route, them sides coming through Linley

[Verse 2: Headie One]
I'm hungry like I'm 15 again, when I never see a white box like [?] (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 1-2-5 (One)
Cheap hand ting, 2 point 5 (One)
Bro's tryna turn something 3 point 5 (Suh suh)
Crunch time when the demons slide (Suh, s-s-s-suh)
No yutes with the big 4-5 plus the shotgun long it's like 5 foot 5 (One)
We pulled up on hmm- he didn't expect it, we tried to do him side-by-side (Ugh)
Had the jakes tryna intercept us, tryna get us glide-by-glide (Turn)
You ever had 5 tings sing One Summer, it's coming like Jackson 5 (Turn, ay)
They wanna send a can like Fanta, Sprite
It could be cause of the CCTV or because of the satellite or cause he left prints on the handle bike
[Chorus: Headie One and Rv]
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 [?] me
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 Quincy (Real talk)
[?] try spin me, on route, them sides coming through Linley