GUILT ft. Abk Billy

Stop your talking, Billy shooting, and I heard he don't miss Ever since they killed my dog, I've been on a mission

So much anger, so much guilt, built up in this bottle Every time I see his picture, my fingers start itching , damn I haven't felt this good, I started revenging on replay on my mind is building some tension

Got to get my mind right, so I started a business

Shots up, boy, I don't do the missing Backpack and that bitch tote a midget

And a opp niggah lacking now the nigga went missing KOD when we go on the mission

It's a no cap, hit him straight and it's fitted Boy, don't talk to me if it ain't about the digits

Lifestyle price, yeah, it's costin' the tickets You ain't got no money, but you worried about business

Put em up, put em up, fully automatic tech 9 ,will lay you down

Stick em up, stick em up, stick em up, stick em up All that tough talk on the net, I'm spitting rounds

I'm with billy, we make a milly, we hit your 50 , it get sticky , I hit the griddy , I love that feeling while I'm killing