Put Your Weapon Down Trip Lee

[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