Put The Guns Down

[Intro]

Guns

[Verse 1: King Louie]

Put the guns down (Fact), get your money up (Boo boo), let the kids live (Whoop)

Grown goofys killin' babies, what them kids did? (What?)

Shit, I live to see my mama, see her kid's kid (Yeah) (Guns)

And I put on for my city, what your kid did? (Haa)

Thanks to me the young Gs gettin' real bread (You're welcome), Panera (Whoo)

Put the guns down and do better (Try)

Put the guns down (Guns) and do better

[Verse 2: Katie Got Bandz]

Chiraq crazy, gotta tell 'em put the guns down

Shorties out here wildin', they ain't even got aim now (Nah-uh)

Hittin' the wrong ones, Rastas cuttin' off their dreads now

12 ain't no better, they'll kill you for respect now (Guns) (True)

Guns, put 'em up, tired of beggin', sippin' up (Mhm)

The streets love Katie 'cause I spit the realest stuff (Katie)

Why you shoot and tell? You ain't built, give it up

Shorties stickin' up toys like they're in Toys 'R' Us (Guns)

[Verse 3: Saba]

Never ran from Ku Klux and I shouldn't have to run from 'em

My brother, we went to school together and passed more than just judgement

We save that for the Lord (For the Lord), just seen a gurney (For the gurney)

Journey cut short (Cut short), I wonder what was stored (Guns)

Yo, you are not your surroundings so stop the hunt like a bounty

My town forgot about their dreams and all just jumped to their plan B

We robbin' and shootin', pollutin' the optics with Glock hits

Why we think we gotta be in politics to stop it?

[Chorus: King Louie]

Put the guns down, put the guns down

D-don't shoot 'em (Don't shoot 'em) (Don't shoot 'em)

Put the guns down, put the guns down

(Guns) Don't shoot 'em (Don't shoot 'em)

Put the guns down, put the guns down

D-don't shoot 'em (Don't shoot 'em) (Don't shoot 'em)

Put the guns down, put the guns down

(Guns) Don't shoot 'em (Don't shoot 'em)

[Verse 4: Common]

I walk around the town, it's run down

Sun up to sundown, it's gun sounds

It's like nines, light up the nighttime

Whole city surrounded by chalk lines (Guns)

No vital signs in the city, mamas holler 'cause they hear me

My nigga got smoked so it's hard to see clearly

It's eerie where the dead men walk, FEDs, they talk

Caught up in the system (Guns), but the system's never caught in this bitch

[Verse 5: Nick Jr.]

A lot of my friends been a victim by a gun (Damn)

I live in a city where the people get greedy (Uh-huh)

Broadcast everywhere, CNN niggas sell it

[?] been happenin' since Al Capone days (Guns) (Uh-huh)

When you hear a doot doot, get the hell out the way

Kids gettin' hit by bullets with no names

[?] are silly, pull the pole with no aim (Damn) (Guns)

Now police do the same, I hope you feel my pain

[Verse 6: Tree]

This is for the shorties

Posted on Cottage Grove with the 40

Your homie got hit up, you know the story

You probably did it before, never did pay for it

But you know what else, my nigga? (Gun) You never got paid for it

Hey boy, I ain't the boys, I've just seen it before

You shoot, you go to jail, you never get out no more

And the police, they never write you, your homies, they got your whores

And you're stuck up in the cell missin' (Guns), kickin' it on the porch

[Verse 7: Mic Terror]

You fucking thug, you hard-ass bastard

Could you at least go to target practice?

Before you hit Heidi up, baby Jhene

But you an anybody killer, you an ABK (Guns) (ABK)

I guess Jonylah Watkins was an opp, huh? (Opp huh?)

Can't box none so you wanna pop some

But why you ain't that hard when the cops come? (Cops come)

I can see it in your eyes, nigga, stop frontin'

[Chorus: King Louie]

Put the guns down, put the guns down

D-don't shoot 'em (Don't shoot 'em) (Don't shoot 'em)

Put the guns down, put the guns down

(Guns) Don't shoot 'em (Don't shoot 'em)

Put the guns down, put the guns down

D-don't shoot 'em (Don't shoot 'em) (Don't shoot 'em)

Put the guns down, put the guns down

(Guns) Don't shoot 'em (Don't shoot 'em)

[Verse 8: G Herbo]

I come from the bottom

Where the shorties shootin' each other for a couple dollars

Homicide 'cause your side said his side had a problem (What?)

And resort to the drama (Yep)

[?] killin' for honor (Guns), they don't think about your mama

They love to Instagram, they don't think about the commas

You niggas copycats, I'm doing this, y'all doin' that (I'm doin' that)

Y'all want them Robin jeans, them Gucci belts, them Louis hats (What?)

I'm up on bigger things, like fuck a plane, let's do a jet (Wham)

I bought them Vicky rings, like fuck the Range, I flew the 'Vette

But, nah, for real, before you pull that trigger, what if you was next?

I'm gone

[Verse 9: Noname]

I was partially standin' beside him

When they parted the red sea, see the blood on the hydrant

And the leaves like Ye said, they dead, funeral

Newspaper like a brand new obituary (Guns)

Rap with my contemporaries, I ain't gotta think about it

I dreamt about it, what's a demon to a ghetto now?

Move around, heard a couple shots in my solitude

Hallelu- went right past, that's what God'll do (God'll do..)

[Outro]

Guns