Bambú - Gunshots lyrics

[Intro: Kiwi] Gunshots All you hear is gunshots All you hear is gunshots Da da da da da All you hear is gunshots Da da da da da [Verse 1: Kiwi] Click Blaow Go the rhythm of buck shots and bullets alike The ghetto orchestra is playing tonight Harmonizing at the moment when they taking his life So fast that he couldn't even put up a fight And it's like No love, sweep it under the rug The media could give a f** about another dead thug gettin' up'd Now he stuck in a puddle of red blood Mama's screaming at the top of her lungs to get up but Little did she know of her baby's ritual Gunshots of his own matching the enemy decibel Who would have the bigger testicles To go test a fool? Go and let his tool *Clack Clack* For the festival Firework damn Shoot and try and hurt men Permanent damage to him was certain As he lay jerkin' No response in his mother's arms As he write another song 'bout another one [Hook] [Kiwi] All you hear is gunshots Da da da da da [Bambu] Many many many many many ghetto babies layin dead in the street [Kiwi] All you hear is gunshots Da da da da da [Bambu] They don't care, they enjoy the sight of a dead brown child in the street [Kiwi] All you hear is gunshots Da da da da da [Bambu] That's two lives lost The trigger man and the victim at his hand [Kiwi] All you hear is gunshots Da da da da da [Bambu] That's a profit for the state Either way they hear cha-ching and all you hear is a [Verse 2: Bambu] Boom! You could literally hear it split his artery And ricochet against his rib cage and out The back of the top of his head The red bleed all over his New Era New pair of shoes he wore Were white no more He couldn't fight no more So there was life no more But before he left he wondered what he fighting for It didn't matter Shatter gla** from the car window was everywhere But it made him sparkle like glitter while he laying there Crime scene investigator taking many pictures of Young colored boy that the coroner was swoopin' up Looking just a little too young to be in a mortuary Closed casket at his wake was all precautionary His momma might not be able to take the sight of her only son Missing the whole side of the side of his head She begged until she damn near went delirious But God didn't answer The only thing you hearing is [Hook] [Kiwi] All you hear is gunshots Da da da da da [Bambu] Many many many many many ghetto babies layin dead in the street [Kiwi] All you hear is gunshots Da da da da da [Bambu] They don't care, they enjoy the sight of a dead brown child in the street [Kiwi] All you hear is gunshots Da da da da da [Bambu] That's two lives lost The trigger man and the victim at his hand [Kiwi] All you hear is gunshots Da da da da da [Bambu] That's a profit for the state Either way they hear cha-ching and all you hear is a