Target

Took a trip up out to Turks, on the plane with the fam we slidin it
Mix and match the fit with that Gunna Wunna designer drip
You like talkin it but my red dot gon' keep you silent
Oh you think you tough, you think you're hard
You think you is the shit
You think you gon' roll up on the gang and get an easy hit
You were quiet when I refilled the clip and then I made the click
All I see is red and white on you, bitch you my target
Keep it locked
Make it a surprise we see their jaw drop
Hit the opps
Only need one shot, no need to make a stop
Keep on goin' we running this bitch
No need to be doubting it
Water all up on my neck and wrist
Them diamonds drowning it
You were ducking when you heard the shot, echo was loud with it
Echo echo loud with it, wrist and my neck is drowning it
Ripping breaking down the shit
Chess the game, got my crown and dipped
We hit the spot, ain't no getting stuck, ain't tied up in a knot
We ain't gon' knock
We busting right through, it's time to make a drop
All I see is red and white on you, you my
All I see is red and white on you, bitch you my
Target in my eyes, you my target you my prize
You all I see like I'm running through the mirrors in Versailles
I got you locked inside my mind, yuh
I got you boxed up like a mime losing time
Don't try to step over the line
(Don't, don't)
Cause if you do you getting blown just like a mine
Ain't wasting time, we gon' end this now
Fuck a warning sign, we do it right
Everything's on go, yup it's gon' be on sight
We serving up smackdowns like you was watching on Friday night
On Friday night, ya on Friday night