Target

Call out the number I come for ya head
Gimme my target consider him dead
Pull out the money and count it instead
She think I'm cute so she giving me head

All in the store when she shoppin
I got jaw droppin
Smoking Chewbacca
If its my brother yo know that I got you
When I pull up man you know we gone get this shit poppin

I got some bands
I make her touch with her hands
Kick it like Michael my chopper can dance
If I touch money my dawg gone advance
We never ran
Bitch we gone stand
I am the man
In high demand
They only fans
I'm bout to land
Taking the clan
I'm out the mud
Came from quicksand

Let's go on a mission
Let's go get into it
Stick to the plan
Or we on a news clip
I got a choppa im really gone do shit
I'm off the molly Montana booted
Smokin this gas I'm finna go stupid
I'm finna spend that money then recoup it
Im finna fuck this lil bitch like I'm foolish
Drive by in a uber I'm ruthless
BrrrRatthatthshshSlattSlattSlatt

Call out the number I come for ya head
Gimme my target consider him dead
Pull out the money and count it instead
She think I'm cute so she giving me head

All in the store when she shoppin
I got jaw droppin
Smoking Chewbacca
If its my brother yo know that I got you
When I pull up man you know we gone get this shit poppin

All of my niggas be whipping and serving
I95 to the beach yea we be swerving
I got some shooters you know that they lurking
We wipe it down we gone clean up the surface

Hoodie smell good call that high fashion
Pussy money weed for everybody in the faction
Rolling thru the city got them loud speakers blasting
Fuck all my exes I cannot move backwards



Credits
Writer(s): Darius Lockhart
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