Target

Look ayy
They thought they
Could rap man
No presents no sticky tape
Favourite game Pac-Man
No running

Mouth chewing I'm hungry
My package
Comes unwrap fam
Get it soft and whip it back
Whip it back to that C-Rack

That's that s o-l i d
I'm not Mega but
The plugs gonna
Ride wid us no melody

Inner England
Especially London
Knives we trust
Guns are illegal
But Still we buss
Spilled Red rum on red route
Kick back hit you like a bus
Derailed like a train
Bread fruit in my tum
Currency on my brain
Currents mixed with fruit
In my bun

I like a lot of bread
Rats collecting crumbs
They crawl around your legs
Just for the slice of cheese
Runner tried running twice
Just give us the price
Your life or pay the fee

Now there talking deals
We got Deals on wheels
Tell your boi just chill
Don't care how you feel
Burglary open up steal
Bro got denied an appeal
No Bulletproof con-sealed
Have you flapping like seal
Headshots man a marks man
Dark knight ima darts man

Forget petty moves
Were hitting targets
We biggest we the largest
Hit the road lock and load
Grab the pot rock and roll
Snare hi-hat drum roll
Hit road lock and load
Pop and let it go
Niggas better dive and roll

Niggas better dive and roll
Pop and let it go
Hit the road lock and load
Drum roll Snare hi-hit
Rock and roll Grab the pot
And hit the road lock and load
We the biggest we the largest
Forget petty moves
We're hitting targets



Credits
Writer(s): Daryl Francis
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