Guilty Of It

[Produced by Majestic Drama]

[Intro – Tory Lanez]

I’m guilty of, I’m guilty of it

A nigga guilty of it

[Hook – Tory Lanez]

Y’all know me, same old G, getting that paper

Ain’t nothing gone change except this money that I ball with

Ain’t nothing but same old day one niggas I came with

And we all in, get baby to say we balling

And we guilty of it

These hoes on me, ice froze on me, I’m guilty of it

That stash on me, that cash on me, I’m guilty of it

These hoes get too attached to me, they guilty of it

Shit I must admit I’m guilty of it

[Verse 1 – Chubby Jag]

Ok I’m guilty, guilty, guilty for shining on these bitches

Think I’m cheating, only guilty for grinding

Told these hoes that I love em, I’m only guilty for lying

They hate me because I did it, I’m only guilty for trying

Like yolo, I’m on my dolo, hate me then that’s a no-no

For sure though, I’m in a polo with your ho

We sipping coco in SoHo

I’m taking selfies with bitches cause they go loco for photos

Got the green for the smokers, I got the Georgia for sure though

I’m on my hustle, guess I’m guilty for bitching

I don’t talk, I don’t know nothing, I’m never guilty for snitching

I feel money coming so all my hinges guilty for itching

Need a wifey cause these bitches is always guilty for bitching

Chubby

[Hook – Tory Lanez]

Y’all know me, same old G, getting that paper

Ain’t nothing gone change except this money that I ball with

Ain’t nothing but same old day one niggas I came with

And we all in, get baby to say we balling

And we guilty of it

These hoes on me, ice froze on me, I’m guilty of it

That stash on me, that cash on me, I’m guilty of it

These hoes get too attached to me, they guilty of it

Shit I must admit I’m guilty of it

[Verse 2 – Chubby Jag]

These bitches guilty, feel me, these bitches guilty

They all up on this [?] these bitches feel me

I beat it and then I killed it, can’t say that these bitches killed me

Put my clothes on then I leave, I be doing these bitches filthy

I blow that, oh yeah you know that

I do it, don’t have to show that

Bought my coco, fuck the smile and the Kodak

Old school, no throwback

I’m killing, I spit for show crack

Just making showings for sure that

I’m making notes that I give all my niggas the shit I owe back

That’s real, I only smoke on that kill

One loyal nigga, that’s real

I’m giving bitches that feel, I’m outchea pitching that pill

And if you know me I’m killing unless you stop me

Flossing, oh yeah I’m bossing, guilty, I guess you got me

Chubby, gone

[Hook – Tory Lanez]

Y’all know me, same old G, getting that paper

Ain’t nothing gone change except this money that I ball with

Ain’t nothing but same old day one niggas I came with

And we all in, get baby to say we balling

And we guilty of it

These hoes on me, ice froze on me, I’m guilty of it

That stash on me, that cash on me, I’m guilty of it

These hoes get too attached to me, they guilty of it

Shit I must admit I’m guilty of it