Gun Violence lyrics

[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
Turnt up, b*tch, I'm super cappin
Turnt up, b*tch, I got them stupid weapons
Turnt up, b*tch, kill you in a second
Turnt up, b*tch, 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 f*cking dirt
They like "Fredo be cool, boy, your ass wild"
I don't give a f*ck, n*gga, I'm with that gun violence
I'm with that gun violence, I'm with that gun violence
I don't give a f*ck, n*gga, I'm with that gun violence

[Verse 1: Fredo Santana]
I don't wanna have to put you in a f*cking 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 j*rk
I'm with that gun violence, I'm with that gun violence
I don't give a f*ck, n*gga, I'm with that gun violence
[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
Turnt up, b*tch, I'm super cappin
Turnt up, b*tch, I got them stupid weapons
Turnt up, b*tch, kill you in a second
Turnt up, b*tch, 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 f*cking dirt
They like "Fredo be cool, boy, your ass wild"
I don't give a f*ck, n*gga, I'm with that gun violence
I'm with that gun violence, I'm with that gun violence
I don't give a f*ck, n*gga, 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 sh*t
How these racks hang off me, what is that? banner b*tch
12 poured up, in a soda, is not a Fanta b*tch
Pulled up in the night light, it's not a candle b*tch
I know how to make these bands
And your b*tch 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 b*tch, I'm super cappin
Turnt up b*tch, I got them stupid weapons
Turnt up b*tch, kill you in a second
Turnt up b*tch, 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 f*cking dirt
They like "Fredo be cool, boy your ass wild"
I don't give a f*ck, n*gga I'm with that gun violence
I'm with that gun violence, I'm with that gun violence
I don't give a f*ck n*gga, I'm with that gun violence