
Riot Fredo Santana (Ft. Childish Gambino)
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[Intro: DJ]
Rest in peace Blood Money
Rest in peace Lil Rob
Rest in peace Odee
Rest in peace to all the fallen soldiers
[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
Glo'd up, taking selfies, I'm so selfish
This Mac-10 leave you wet up, just like a shellfish
Hold up, say you got work but what you sellin'?
Niggas say they out here but really they be tellin'
Violence, violence, I'ma start some violence
Violence, violence, all my nigga violent
Violence, violence, don't make me start a riot
Violence, violence, all my niggas violent
[Verse 1: Fredo Santana]
Violence, violence, my money keep on pilin'
These bitches be so childish, these niggas be some actors
Blessin' to you bitches, I'm the motherfuckin' pastor
30 on my waist, don't make me turn your ass to Casper
Make me do a drill, do a hit, after my last blunt
These bitches ain't shit, that's why I fuck then I pass on
Baby you don't know me, acting like my homie
Coolin' in the trap somewhere smokin' OG
Watchin' out for ops and I'm watchin' out for police
My trap doin' numbers, got me ballin' like I'm Kobe, like I'm Kobe
Don't make me blank out and turn to the old me
Rest in peace Blood Money
Rest in peace Lil Rob
Rest in peace Odee
Rest in peace to all the fallen soldiers
[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
Glo'd up, taking selfies, I'm so selfish
This Mac-10 leave you wet up, just like a shellfish
Hold up, say you got work but what you sellin'?
Niggas say they out here but really they be tellin'
Violence, violence, I'ma start some violence
Violence, violence, all my nigga violent
Violence, violence, don't make me start a riot
Violence, violence, all my niggas violent
[Verse 1: Fredo Santana]
Violence, violence, my money keep on pilin'
These bitches be so childish, these niggas be some actors
Blessin' to you bitches, I'm the motherfuckin' pastor
30 on my waist, don't make me turn your ass to Casper
Make me do a drill, do a hit, after my last blunt
These bitches ain't shit, that's why I fuck then I pass on
Baby you don't know me, acting like my homie
Coolin' in the trap somewhere smokin' OG
Watchin' out for ops and I'm watchin' out for police
My trap doin' numbers, got me ballin' like I'm Kobe, like I'm Kobe
Don't make me blank out and turn to the old me
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