Target

Target on me I ain't startin no beef man I'm hard as can be I came out a cage
All in a week I worked harder than three
Yeah I start at yo peak I got brighter days
Hot yeah I wanna hop on a boat
Drippin so much it's a tidal wave
Top yeah I might decide on a toast
We goin up let get high today

I get da bag and I run it up
Nigga been workin a 10 to 10
Don't reach for yo gun man I know it's tucked
I got shooters on go you know how we spin
Got me a blunt so we smokin up
Freaky lil bitch like to show her but
Hittin dat shit she can't hold her nut
She ain't gon tap she can't get enough
Hit from the back made her sit it up
Stripper the racks made her pick it up
She threw it back like a quarterback
Nigga talk shit can't even hold a strap
It ain't no doubt where da hoe is at
Ima keep eatin don't need a deal
Hit da lotto like I need a mill
Saved up some racks I ain't eat a meal
Ran up the check like I'm Barry Saunders
Kick that chick out I ain't got no manner
Some of these niggas ain't got no standards
Make dis a movie pull out yo camera's
We all on da TV
Yeah We all up in 3D
All up in yo face
All up in yo place
Runnin' up with a glock yeah
Niggas know we gon' pop yeah
Niggas know ain't no stop yeah
YEAH YEAH

Target on me I ain't startin no beef man I'm hard as can be I came out a cage
All in a week I worked harder than three
Yeah I start at yo peak I got brighter days
Hot yeah I wanna hop on a boat
Drippin so much it's a tidal wave
Top yeah I might decide on a toast
We goin up let get high today

We goin' up
Aye
Yea we goin' up to get high today
Got this drink in my cup
Dank in my blunt
I'm in the sky I might fly away
Look at my wrist
Look at my fist bitch
Shine on the brightest day
I got a glick that shit go click click
Now he can't find his face
Okay
They call me Liu Kang the way I kick shit
This ain't a mulsanne I just ride benzes
I'm wit' ya boo thing she talkin' bout children
Fuckin' her good I make her come to her senses
Only want the numbers and the digits
Pull up drip severe I'm water wippin'
Lil Quilly man on a mission
Keep a gunna like Sergio Kitchens
Keep a gunna like Sergio
New drip Burberry woah
2 Seater wit' like 30 hoes
And they dirty hoes I'm fuckin' from the back
All these bitches meretricious fuck and then I pass
All she want is some dick and then a Birken bag
Lil shawty gon flirt I ain't flirtin' back
Just give me some slurp wit yo flirtin' ass
Drop out the roof
I'm in the jag
Hunnids they blue
Ksubi they sag
Bitch I'm wit Juice And we on that Zoe shit
Talkin' hot we gon' pull up and blow bitch
Hit my target you know imma go bitch
She get wetter whenever my flow switch
TTG you know we trained to go, we creep on the low and we leave 'em hopeless



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Writer(s): Rasheid Malette
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