[Intro]
Yeah yeah, gang gang gang
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
(Gang, gang, gang)
Yeah yeah, let's get it
Yeah yeah, let's get it
Yeah yeah, let's get
Yeah yeah, let's get it
Aye, aye
[Verse 1]
My shooter the best nigga, he won't miss
I'm sending shots, nigga, fuck a diss
I'm at yo' grave, gotta take a piss
Leavin' blood on the leaves, nigga, like Chris
Lil' bitty bitch, is you dummy or not?
She want fuck me and can't get off my dick
I make it rain when it's sunny
My pockets too chubby, but they don't need to get fit
Yeah, they don't need to get fit, need to get thick
She ride a dick tip like a rip stick
Hit her like kick flip, I'm a misfit
Hold up, okay
Everything lit-lit when I get rich
I ain't gon' say shit but I give dick
Please get out my mentions 'fore you get hit
Yeah, uh
'Fore you get hit in yo' top
I take yo' head off yo' shoulders
If my niggas still upping the Glock
Then he ain't gon' stop 'til it's over
And most of you niggas is fucking snakes
So who I befriended? A Cobra
And none of you niggas ain't touching tricks
[?] like Dakota
Yeah, yeah, got your bae with me
I don't eat a lot, bitch, I stay skinny
Pop you right in your chest like some fake titties
Told that bitch to come through at like 8:50
You a bitch ass nigga, talking shit on the Gram
When you know we don't live in the same city
Treat your bitch like a dog if she play silly
Bitch, I'm so great as long I got a K wit me
[Verse 2]
On gang
I don't give no fucks 'bout yo' hoe
I'm in her mouth like Invisalign
And I heard that he said he want smoke
Told that bitch boy, "Better get in line"
I got a stick, I got a mag
Run up too quick and you finna die
Put my meat in my pants
And I put that shit right on the table
She eat up like dinner time
Yeah, she gon' eat up
When you talk 'bout me boy better speak up
In the Stu', bitch, I just chill with my feet up
I'm at the top and I can't get down
You just a bitch ass nigga talkin' shit on the net
I should buy you a goddamn gown
Put a silencer all up on my Glock
Now it's not making a goddamn sound, bitch
Bitch, I'm popping shit
Give no fucks what you heard about
Heard she was thotting, bitch that's how I say that's word of mouth
This bitch still crying in my phone like, "Fuck you heard about?"
These pussy niggas don't know shit about my murder count
[Outro]
Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up, yeah, yeah, yeah
TARGET was written by Skyte.
TARGET was produced by Taiketsu (USA).