Target (feat. Skrillz)
Slatt
Gang
I'm fucking with this one
Gang Gang
Un Huh
Un huh
Un huh
Got rockett with me
Slatt
Got poo in this bitch
Gang gang gang gang
Gang
Gang gang
You know we on that slime shit
Rockett
Target its a bullseye's on his back
Don't jump out ya body relax
My nigga hoodbaby a
Fein for the strap
I am
I come clear the scene
Watch how fast he
Get back
Duh doom
All you saw was
His body collapse
Drop
Target its a bullseye's on his back
Don't jump out ya body relax
My nigga hoodbaby a
Fein for the strap
I am
I come clear the scene
Watch how fast he
Get back
Duh doom
All you saw was
His body collapse
Red beam wack his
Ass he a rat he a pest
This chopper get messy
Might rip threw his chest
We tote 223s so it rip
Threw that vest
That chopper get nasty
Its just like sum sex
We gon put em to sleep
We gonna put em to rest
Off a perk we gon
Fuck to the am
Ya bitch wanna love me
She just wanna stay in
Just brought a new 40
Its godly might give
You a halo might
Give that lil nigga
A blessing
Told brodie walk
Down with the draco
We hang we you cant go
Walk down on that boy
You know its a case close
He done
He done
Target its a bullseye's on his back
Don't jump out ya body relax
My nigga hoodbaby a
Fein for the strap
I am
I come clear the scene
Watch how fast he
Get back
Duh doom
All you saw was
His body collapse
Target its a bullseye's on his back
Don't jump out ya body relax
My nigga hoodbaby a
Fein for the strap
I am
I come clear the scene
Watch how fast he
Get back
Duh doom
All you saw was
His body collapse
Rockett I blast I
Take off on the track
We smoke out of zips
Give a fuck bout a sack
This glock on my hip
Ain't no chance you a threat
You a bitch I could smell it
We demons at that
Longs nights on the block
We was dealing with smack
Now we coming up
Bitches throwing it back
If she give it up then
I'm throwing a rack
Kick her out the crib
Ain't no feelings attach
Bitch
Target its a bullseye's on his back
Don't jump out ya body relax
My nigga hoodbaby a
Fein for the strap
I am
I come clear the scene
Watch how fast he
Get back
Duh doom
All you saw was
His body collapse
Drop
Target its a bullseye's on his back
Don't jump out ya body relax
My nigga hoodbaby a
Fein for the strap
I am
I come clear the scene
Watch how fast he
Get back
Duh doom
All you saw was
His body collapse
Drop
That shit drop
Fuck around bout to
Get my glock
Gang
I'm fucking with this one
Gang Gang
Un Huh
Un huh
Un huh
Got rockett with me
Slatt
Got poo in this bitch
Gang gang gang gang
Gang
Gang gang
You know we on that slime shit
Rockett
Target its a bullseye's on his back
Don't jump out ya body relax
My nigga hoodbaby a
Fein for the strap
I am
I come clear the scene
Watch how fast he
Get back
Duh doom
All you saw was
His body collapse
Drop
Target its a bullseye's on his back
Don't jump out ya body relax
My nigga hoodbaby a
Fein for the strap
I am
I come clear the scene
Watch how fast he
Get back
Duh doom
All you saw was
His body collapse
Red beam wack his
Ass he a rat he a pest
This chopper get messy
Might rip threw his chest
We tote 223s so it rip
Threw that vest
That chopper get nasty
Its just like sum sex
We gon put em to sleep
We gonna put em to rest
Off a perk we gon
Fuck to the am
Ya bitch wanna love me
She just wanna stay in
Just brought a new 40
Its godly might give
You a halo might
Give that lil nigga
A blessing
Told brodie walk
Down with the draco
We hang we you cant go
Walk down on that boy
You know its a case close
He done
He done
Target its a bullseye's on his back
Don't jump out ya body relax
My nigga hoodbaby a
Fein for the strap
I am
I come clear the scene
Watch how fast he
Get back
Duh doom
All you saw was
His body collapse
Target its a bullseye's on his back
Don't jump out ya body relax
My nigga hoodbaby a
Fein for the strap
I am
I come clear the scene
Watch how fast he
Get back
Duh doom
All you saw was
His body collapse
Rockett I blast I
Take off on the track
We smoke out of zips
Give a fuck bout a sack
This glock on my hip
Ain't no chance you a threat
You a bitch I could smell it
We demons at that
Longs nights on the block
We was dealing with smack
Now we coming up
Bitches throwing it back
If she give it up then
I'm throwing a rack
Kick her out the crib
Ain't no feelings attach
Bitch
Target its a bullseye's on his back
Don't jump out ya body relax
My nigga hoodbaby a
Fein for the strap
I am
I come clear the scene
Watch how fast he
Get back
Duh doom
All you saw was
His body collapse
Drop
Target its a bullseye's on his back
Don't jump out ya body relax
My nigga hoodbaby a
Fein for the strap
I am
I come clear the scene
Watch how fast he
Get back
Duh doom
All you saw was
His body collapse
Drop
That shit drop
Fuck around bout to
Get my glock
Credits
Writer(s): Teshawn Simmons
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