Target Practice

[intro: Demun Jones]
Target practice, target practice
Target practice, target practice

[Verse 1: Demun Jones]
Uh, I'm armed in anger I ain't no angel and I'm prepare for some danger
And I ain't scared I heard what you said, I'm coming every angle
Horse and a saddle ready for battle, gallopin' in like I'm Django
Releasin' the beast I'm cuttin' the leash, I'm tyin' you up leave you tangled
Been wearin' my gentleman hat too long, I'm thinkin' that I'm 'bout to take it off
I'm doin' my best to mind my manners mama but that shit is wearin' off
I know if I turned down thе dark the path the wrath, therе maybe no turning back
I'm willin' to risk and take the chance, if that means I get to pay 'em back
I've been workin' up to this, puttin' bottles on my fence
Workin' on my shot every day, makin' sure that I never miss
One by one I take 'em down, leaving em shattered all on the ground
I know you regretted admit it, I came for vengeance and I'm gonna get it now

[Chorus :Demun Jones]
Target practice, target practice
I'm gonna hit what I'm aiming at
I'm gonna hit what I'm aiming at
Target practice, target practice
I'm gonna hit what I'm aiming at
They shot at me now I'm shootin' back

[Verse 2: Brodnax]
John tatatata tonathon
Boy what in the fuck has you done done?
Dumpin' on busters don't stand up for somethin'
You'll fall over nothin' bitch here it come
Talkin' that killer shit, big ole gorilla shit
Bitch you ain't even got, got a gun
Reppin' your section don't fall for deception
Say you gone step but you'll probably run
Brrr brr brump bump bum bum
Walk to the beat of my fuckin' drum
Soul ain't for sell and if I should fail
I'll just go try again 'til I get her done
I am Patricia's only son, got my my name from my Daddy John
Louisiana is where I'm from, we do target practice for fun

[Chorus :Demun Jones]
Target practice, target practice
I'm gonna hit what I'm aiming at
I'm gonna hit what I'm aiming at
Target practice, target practice
I'm gonna hit what I'm aiming at
They shot at me now I'm shootin' back

[Verse 3: Krizz Kaliko]
I got my hand on the Bible, other hand up on a rifle
For the love of my family and baby
Go Loco you pay me or crazy I might go
Loadin' up my banana, get the money fo' my nana
So you reckon I gotta protect 'em
I'm sweatin' and wipin' with a bandana
See I suffer from manic panic
If it's frantic dammit you about to get planted an buried
I can reload in a hurry it's open carry in Missouri and you ain't no law
We in da woods, nobody saw, ain't no cell service so son nobody call
If you hear pop it's the lead, you got a red dot on ya head

[Verse 4: Rittz]
I feel like my ears have been burnin'
People I trust talkin' 'bout me when I'm not around
All my friends have been turnin' their back 'cause I'm broke
With no cash to CashApp them, my stash runnin' out
Made it normal to eat off of me now they spoiled
They no longer feel the need to be loyal
Nobody was there tryna to bless me when I got arrested
Or pay all the fees for my lawyers, probation and DUI classes
Don't need no eyeglasses to see the snake deep in my grass
And they slitherin', homies that I would consider my family
Talkin' 'bout beatin' my ass when they see me, I'm laughin'
Like do me a favor since you such a killer instead of us fightin'
Come kill me tonight, that beat's bein' lonely
I wish I was home tryin' to chill with my wife
Who wants nothin' to do with me
Guess you and her are two peas in a pod
Never thought you would be, enemy numero uno
Man you know the code to the lock at the spot where I usually be and indubitably
I was right 'cause one night I was sleepin' he broke in and blasted
Like bap bap bap bap, hit the glass and the mattress
I wish that he hit me, I guess he need target practice

[Chorus :Demun Jones]
Target practice, target practice
I'm gonna hit what I'm aiming at
I'm gonna hit what I'm aiming at
Target practice, target practice
I'm gonna hit what I'm aiming at
They shot at me now I'm shootin' back

[Verse 4: Adam Calhoun]
I'm on a roll I been hittin' the target like bop bop bop bop
Who the fuck are you barkin' at
Buckin' the shotgun I fuckin' reload it
Shit kickin' so hard it gon' fuck up my shoulder
Who the fuck he think he fuckin' with
Shootin' the shit out of you on my bucket list
Yeah I be cussin' like I'm on ship, yeah I be rappin' like I am the shit
I can't be messin' with losers and workers
They talk about beef while I'm spittin' on burgers
I'm flippin' the bird yes I'm hot as a furnace
They beggin' for life but they all gettin' murdered (Murdered)
Yeah, they gettin' buried now, damn, coffin get carried out
Rather be carryin' ammo and guns, ain't shit to talk about (Yeah)
Ain't shit to talk about, why don't you come out to the parkin' lot (Come on)
I heard you gettin' loud, leave you right there in a parkin' spot (Yeah)
That's how the story goes, you get bop bop bop bop bop like a morse code
I'm at the corner store buyin' a gun, you just a witness, you tryin' to run
Like some

[Chorus :Demun Jones]
Target practice, target practice
I'm gonna hit what I'm aiming at
I'm gonna hit what I'm aiming at
Target practice, target practice
I'm gonna hit what I'm aiming at
They shot at me now I'm shootin' back