Target! Lyrics

I really believe in karma

Yeah, run that boy straight out the Door

I got a Glock and a came with a Scope

I pull up with my gang and we Shoot at your home

Feelin' real tactical, bro, like I'm Straight out the army

I got jets in the sky, we gon' crash Your apartment

Got the gang pullin' up and you know we the hardest

Got some cash on your head, we Ain't missin' the target

Yeah, you know that we really Ain't missin'

The Glock in the back, really got Him submissive

We gon' shoot at your mans after That, yeah, we dissin'

We dissin' that boy, he get put on The track

If we hittin' that boy, he get put in A pack

If you play with the gang, you get Hit with the mac

When I'm out with the gang, I Ain't finna relax

Finna spaz out, I'm finna crash Out, yeah

I be makin' that money, I cash out, Yeah

Like Uzi, I got a stash house, yeah

Yeah, I'm ridin' in the whip tint Blacked out, yeah

Feelin' like Tank, lil' bruh, shots Fired

Pullin' up in the tank, I got my Riders

Rollin' up that dank, yo mans, he Dyin

Tryna stop i can't, lil' bruh, I'm Flyin'

Yeah I'm up all night, lil' bruh, Stay wired

Yeah, you know that I never get Tired

I'm outside the store, and I'm Stealin the buyers

I copped me a Urus, I'm Whippin' Rhe tires

That boy got a bounty, I saw on the flyer

And me and the gang, really ready To get that

You talk bout your wig, lil' bruh, I'ma split that

Got that Glock in the back, if you Play, we gon' hit that

And my crib really big, I don't Know how you miss that

If you play with the gang, then my Boys have to blick that

Yeah, run that boy straight out the Door

I got a Glock, and it came with a Scope

I pull up with my gang, and we Shoot at your home

Feelin' real tactical, bruh, like I'm Straight out the arm

I got jets in the sky, we gon' crash Your apartment

Got the gang pullin' up, and you Know we the hardest

Got some cash on your head, we Ain't missin' the target