Put Your Weapon Down

[Intro: 1K Phew]
Mhm, excuse me, yeah
Ayy boy, aye hold that down man
Treezy

[Verse 1: Trip Lee]
Everything is ammo, everybody strapped
They like don't give me your hand bro, I don't need your dap
All they need is camo, it’s a la carte, pick camo
And they get so riled up, click clack’s how they react
Choir boys turn into Sopranos
Mobbed up, they follow scandals
Cheeks puff out, Marlon Brandon, AKs in they laps
These days, all we like is picking sides
All we do is criticize
Need no script, we improvise, even if it’s lies
My homie, was so nice only
A couple years ago, he started coming right for me
Bout cold, as a icеd out rollie
Time out on love, now hе just shooting like Kobe
Who said the creator wanted us to fight more? (Fight more)
Who said the mark of good disciple, is a new rifle
They think the only way for backing up zeal is racking up kills
Got clips, I get that banana’s appeal, but that isn't real

[Chorus: Trip Lee]
I say, put your, put your, put your weapon down
Put your, put your, put your weapon down
Put your, put your, put your weapon down
Put your, put your, put your weapon down
Need you to put your weapon down
I know they got them heavy rounds
They tryna shoot up every town
Why would you shoot up every town?
Put your, put your, put your weapon down
Put your, put your, put your weapon down

[Verse 2: Trip Lee]
I hate everything you say, but I can’t look away
I wonder how much time my outrage took today
That's how we work
Fast, we gotta squeeze first on these jerks
Every reaction is knee jerk (Sheesh)
Hey, If I could score some points, why would I wanna reach out?
Probably got you thinking twice before you speak out
We would rather throw them hands than listen
Following these politicians
We let anger in, so had to tell our peace out
Dive in, can’t talk no more, I been
Bored unless my side wins
Foes is in my sight, ten rounds gon way up the sirens
Save it, I already know what you think, so don’t —
Just don’t, that whole base is basic
We know what we hate
And we know what we ain’t
But if he call us saints
What kind of picture do we paint?
If the highest virtue is takedown
Then to climb up we leave them face down
But my Lord’s life, it was laid down, all I can say now

[Chorus: Trip Lee]
Put your, put your, put your weapon down
Put your, put your, put your weapon down
Put your, put your, put your weapon down
Put your, put your, put your weapon down
Need you to put your weapon down
I know they got them heavy rounds
They tryna shoot up every town
Why would you shoot up every town?
Put your, put your, put your weapon down
Put your, put your, put your weapon down

[Outro: 1K Phew]
Ayy, aye nah, aye nah bruh, ya’ll gotta go somewhere with all them dirty weapons
Nah for real, boy, you know when 12 pull up you gon' answer all them dirty questions
And when they slap them cuffs on, It’s gonna be too late to say your learned your lesson
I ain’t pointing no fingers or nothing, but thats the wrong direction
Nah, I ain’t telling you what to do, nothing like that
I’m just making a suggestion
Nah I am telling you if you want a blessing
Might wanna save your family from all that stressing
'Cause you done seen too much correction, to sitting here guessing

[Chorus: Trip Lee]
Put your, put your, put your weapon down
Put your, put your, put your weapon down
Put your, put your, put your weapon down
Put your, put your, put your weapon down
Need you to put your weapon down
I know they got them heavy rounds
They tryna shoot up every town
Why would you shoot up every town?
Put your, put your, put your weapon down
Put your, put your, put your weapon down