Drumma Boy - Guilty lyrics

Holiday season! [Hook - Gucci Mane] If being filthy rich is a crime I guess I'm guilty b**h I guess I'm guilty b**h I k**ed the rap and last night I pleaded self-defense I guess I'm guilty b**h I guess I'm guilty b**h [Verse 1 - Gucci Mane] These s**as talking nonsense I k**ed your homeboy Cause I don't have a conscience I'm strapped like Bronson Brick Squad, Trap House, beat bunking I'm wild like Tarzan I'm swinging through the Zone 6 In Ferraris. It's on again I go to win, strap-for-strap I go rap for rap, I rep the trap Refuse the d**h but game to slap My phone is tapped I'm off the wall and off the scale Came out of jail like A bat out of hell I refuse to pay up, gotta salute the myth Got Clientele, I might as well I'm moving weight from state-to-state I gots to get my aconchelet(?) I know the feds be watching me But there ain't no way they stopping me [Hook - Gucci Mane] [Verse 2 - Young Buck] Drop a pack off to my lawyer Take these charges, overturn em Roll the kush in my trial papers And burn em - I'm not going The fork in it and my Glock showing If it don't shine then it's not glowing Ain't mine if it's not foreign Broke ho - b**h you not knowing! They was rap touring I was behind the bus With packs for em Didn't plan on digging this up But I need a shovel Good looking, Gucci got me back I'm trying to buy another Pounds of mid and my college b**h's House neighbors complaining about the smell They got her kicked out They popping down to the last pill In Cashville I'm getting it fast still, on the real I feel it