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bando k3 - i shot him where it hurt’s كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(boom, boom, boom)
yeah… (grrah!)
bando k3, bh (wop_wop!)
63rd sh_t, south side sh_t
heh… you already know how i’m comin’
(baow!)

[chorus]
i said i was chillin’, but f_ck it, i’m active — load up that ratchet (what?)
he talk outta line, he get put in a casket — that boy made of plastic (boom!)
i seen dude joggin’, i upped and i clapped him — i shot him where it hurt (grrah!)
now his whole set wearin’ r.i.p. shirts — should’ve stayed off that turf (dummy!)
chrome jeans drag on the floor, i’m steppin’ — this drip not off shein (nah)
pop me a perc’, get high, then spin — might air out the scene (grrah_grrah!)
if he post that bl!ck, then we takin’ it too — now he lookin’ like a meme (goofy!)
don’t ask who i hit, just check the news — they screamin’, “rest in peace!” (wop!)

[verse]
ran in his crib like, “where the stash?” (where it’s at?)
lil’ bro got a mop, i got a mask (uh_huh)
whole team geeked, we slide off xans
that n_gga a opp, now he part of the grass (ha!)
he ducked, i curved and hit his mans
now shorty cryin’, holdin’ his hand (grrah!)
should’ve thought twice ‘fore you post that fl!ck
now you a mural on the ‘gram (dumbass!)
his bm ate me, ain’t even ask (slatt!)
i hit from the back with the bl!ck on blast (baow!)
she suck on the glock like she suck on my d_ck
now that’s what i call a ho with class (ugh!)
we pull up wild, ain’t no peace (nope)
shoot at the whip ’til it flip on the street (skrrt)
he ain’t gon’ talk, got zipped in the seat
ain’t no parole when you dead six feet (facts!)
pull up with bro like, “what it is?”
you seen that flash, now your light went dim (boom!)
heard he was tough till he died on cam
his homies ain’t spin, so we slid again (grrah_grrah!)
[chorus]
i said i was chillin’, but f_ck it, i’m active — load up that ratchet (load up)
he talk outta line, he get put in a casket — that boy made of plastic (boom!)
i seen dude joggin’, i upped and i clapped him — i shot him where it hurt (right there!)
now his whole set wearin’ r.i.p. shirts — should’ve stayed off that turf (b_tch!)
chrome jeans drag on the floor, i’m steppin’ — this drip not off shein (nah)
pop me a perc’, get high, then spin — might air out the scene (skrrt!)
if he post that bl!ck, then we takin’ it too — now he lookin’ like a meme (p_ssy!)
don’t ask who i hit, just check the news — they screamin’, “rest in peace!” (boom, boom!)

[outro]
(wop_wop!)
yeah… we ain’t makin’ no diss
we show up and flip the whip (grrah!)
stand over st, empty the clip
you postin’ yo gun — that’s how you get hit
fk yo homie, f_ck yo block
bando in here, i run the lot
third one in and i still won’t stop
shot dude once, he twitched then dropped (baow!)

- bando k3

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