Gun Violence

[Chorus: Fredo Santana]

Turnt up, bitch, I'm super cappin

Turnt up, bitch, I got them stupid weapons

Turnt up, bitch, kill you in a second

Turnt up, bitch, somebody call 9-11

They like "Fredo be cool, man, you too turnt"

They like "Fredo be cool, somebody finna get murked"

I don't wanna have to put you on a t-shirt

I don't wanna have to put you in the fucking dirt

They like "Fredo be cool, boy, your ass wild"

I don't give a fuck, nigga, I'm with that gun violence

I'm with that gun violence, I'm with that gun violence

I don't give a fuck, nigga, I'm with that gun violence

[Verse 1: Fredo Santana]

I don't wanna have to put you in a fucking hearse

Whole family rocking you on a t-shirt

Stay your ass in your lane, boy, the streets hurt

Pull up on your block and see if my heat work

We can get some money or we can beef first

Pull up on your set and shoot whoever I see first

Damn, I done got blood on my t-shirt

Look down, got his brain on my sneakers

Kick his ass out the trap, he selling cheap work

Pistol slap his momma til' her teeth jerk

I'm with that gun violence, I'm with that gun violence

I don't give a fuck, nigga, I'm with that gun violence

[Chorus: Fredo Santana]

Turnt up, bitch, I'm super cappin

Turnt up, bitch, I got them stupid weapons

Turnt up, bitch, kill you in a second

Turnt up, bitch, somebody call 9-11

They like "Fredo be cool, man, you too turnt"

They like "Fredo be cool, somebody finna get murked"

I don't wanna have to put you on a t-shirt

I don't wanna have to put you in the fucking dirt

They like "Fredo be cool, boy, your ass wild"

I don't give a fuck, nigga, I'm with that gun violence

I'm with that gun violence, I'm with that gun violence

I don't give a fuck, nigga, I'm with that gun violence

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]

We put you on a milk carton

Pull up pull your pimp card

You a Will Ferrell, get hard, mean time I sip hard

Drive through, no smalls, aye, cuz I live large

Pull up, get the count, pull off like I didn't park

All red Louie, yeah I be on my santa shit

How these racks hang off me, what is that? banner bitch

12 poured up, in a soda, is not a Fanta bitch

Pulled up in the night light, it's not a candle bitch

I know how to make these bands

And your bitch know how to make me mad

Blood watch over my shoulder, Cap watch over the racks

Shawty go watch for police, Fredo watch over the trap

[Chorus: Fredo Santana]

Turnt up bitch, I'm super cappin

Turnt up bitch, I got them stupid weapons

Turnt up bitch, kill you in a second

Turnt up bitch, somebody call 9-11

They like "Fredo be cool, man you too turnt"

They like "Fredo be cool, somebody finna get murked"

I don't wanna have to put you on a t-shirt

I don't wanna have to put you in the fucking dirt

They like "Fredo be cool, boy your ass wild"

I don't give a fuck, nigga I'm with that gun violence

I'm with that gun violence, I'm with that gun violence

I don't give a fuck nigga, I'm with that gun violence