CORRECT LYRICS
Yeah, this that treacherous nights, Killadelphia type sh*t
Hold your Thirty tight, when you go to sleep
All we know is gun violence (Gun violence)
Go to jail, come back and now your son wildin' (He wildin')
Got a price all on his head, don't give a f**k 'bout it (He don't give a f**k)
Sittin' on the couch with his grandmamas, smelling like gun powder (f**k that sh*t)
Yee, Yee, all we know is gun violence (That's all we know)
He just smoked a n***a broad day, ain't give a f**k 'bout it (Hrr)
Now it's murder gone to his head, he gettin' a rush 'bout it (He get a rush)
Lyrics : GUN VIOLENCE*
Yeah, this that treacherous nights, Killadelphia type sh*t
Hold your Thirty tight, when you go to sleep
All we know is gun violence (Gun violence)
Go to jail, come back and now your son wildin' (He wildin')
Got a price all on his head, don't give a f**k 'bout it (He don't give a f**k)
Sittin' on the couch with his grandmamas, smelling like gun powder (f**k that sh*t)
Yee, Yee, all we know is gun violence (That's all we know)
He just smoked a n***a broad day, ain't give a f**k 'bout it (Hrr)
Now it's murder gone to his head, he gettin' a rush 'bout it (He get a rush)
