When you walk in I see you lookin like a target
Tryna talk shit but bail when I say start it
If you wanna go about it imma just come and
Well
If I'm comin in know we gettin turnt up
We don't even give a f*ck I ain't even tryna buck back
All I wanna do is put the money in a lunch bag
Counting up the bread I ain't even gotta pack that
Dough boy wit a new toy it's a rolls Royce
Mom and dad got a f*ckin milli they his one source
2 rounds in the whole clip cuz they so fat
I don't even miss just hit you with a double tap
Now I'm tryna cock it back if you tryna run it back
I got a 50 cal wit the god damn strap
Hold it like a gat one hand no cap
Cock it back
Click clack
With the pattyw drew acks countin f*ckin stacks
My bite is definitely bigger then my f*ckin bark
(What?)
Pull up wit that iron I'm the next Tony Stark
(Laser noise)
I'm still on the come up
(Come up)
F*ck a piece just run up
Nut up or shut up
Yeah Ian's got tough luck so if you complaining
Then go get a butt plug you tryna get dangerous
So imma f*ck up the neck on ya ass lil bitch
Take ya back to the ways of the past if you shooting
I'm killing don't call me a villain and everything's real
And don't call me a bitch
I don't bend over you look like a clover
I'm seeing the green in your face cause you sick from the mace
When you tried to go f*ck on a bitch but you ugly as hell
And ain't know how to kiss
Motherf*cker you a bitch and you still gonna die
I paint up a target and that's where you lie
(Sooooo)
If you are tryna get famous just go hit a stain in the sticks mother f*cker
You tryna hit licks and the rain you lil sucka
I'll knock ya ass back like joe's fat ass
But I ain't tryna diss that's his name now class
Listen up listen up
Michael put dicks in the throat of his kids
So he ain't have to live with the fact the size of the shit is still white
That's why he switched sides like he mixed up the dies
And decided to look like some rice
Shit!
When you walk in I see you lookin like a target
Tryna talk shit but bail when I say start it
If you wanna go about it imma just come and
Well
If you walk in then you gonna be a target
Tryna talk shit but bail when I say start it
If you wanna go about it imma put a sight up on it take ya ass out
Put you in the f*cking ground
F*ck you
Nellison - Target Lyrics
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When you walk in I see you lookin like a target
Tryna talk shit but bail when I say start it
If you wanna go about it imma just come and
Well
If I'm comin in know we gettin turnt up
We don't even give a f*ck I ain't even tryna buck back
All I wanna do is put the money in a lunch bag
Counting up the bread I ain't even gotta pack that
Dough boy wit a new toy it's a rolls Royce
Mom and dad got a f*ckin milli they his one source
2 rounds in the whole clip cuz they so fat
I don't even miss just hit you with a double tap
Now I'm tryna cock it back if you tryna run it back
I got a 50 cal wit the god damn strap
Hold it like a gat one hand no cap
Cock it back
Click clack
With the pattyw drew acks countin f*ckin stacks
My bite is definitely bigger then my f*ckin bark
(What?)
Pull up wit that iron I'm the next Tony Stark
(Laser noise)
I'm still on the come up
(Come up)
F*ck a piece just run up
Nut up or shut up
Yeah Ian's got tough luck so if you complaining
Then go get a butt plug you tryna get dangerous
So imma f*ck up the neck on ya ass lil bitch
Take ya back to the ways of the past if you shooting
I'm killing don't call me a villain and everything's real
And don't call me a bitch
I don't bend over you look like a clover
I'm seeing the green in your face cause you sick from the mace
When you tried to go f*ck on a bitch but you ugly as hell
And ain't know how to kiss
Motherf*cker you a bitch and you still gonna die
I paint up a target and that's where you lie
(Sooooo)
If you are tryna get famous just go hit a stain in the sticks mother f*cker
You tryna hit licks and the rain you lil sucka
I'll knock ya ass back like joe's fat ass
But I ain't tryna diss that's his name now class
Listen up listen up
Michael put dicks in the throat of his kids
So he ain't have to live with the fact the size of the shit is still white
That's why he switched sides like he mixed up the dies
And decided to look like some rice
Shit!
When you walk in I see you lookin like a target
Tryna talk shit but bail when I say start it
If you wanna go about it imma just come and
Well
If you walk in then you gonna be a target
Tryna talk shit but bail when I say start it
If you wanna go about it imma put a sight up on it take ya ass out
Put you in the f*cking ground
F*ck you
Tryna talk shit but bail when I say start it
If you wanna go about it imma just come and
Well
If I'm comin in know we gettin turnt up
We don't even give a f*ck I ain't even tryna buck back
All I wanna do is put the money in a lunch bag
Counting up the bread I ain't even gotta pack that
Dough boy wit a new toy it's a rolls Royce
Mom and dad got a f*ckin milli they his one source
2 rounds in the whole clip cuz they so fat
I don't even miss just hit you with a double tap
Now I'm tryna cock it back if you tryna run it back
I got a 50 cal wit the god damn strap
Hold it like a gat one hand no cap
Cock it back
Click clack
With the pattyw drew acks countin f*ckin stacks
My bite is definitely bigger then my f*ckin bark
(What?)
Pull up wit that iron I'm the next Tony Stark
(Laser noise)
I'm still on the come up
(Come up)
F*ck a piece just run up
Nut up or shut up
Yeah Ian's got tough luck so if you complaining
Then go get a butt plug you tryna get dangerous
So imma f*ck up the neck on ya ass lil bitch
Take ya back to the ways of the past if you shooting
I'm killing don't call me a villain and everything's real
And don't call me a bitch
I don't bend over you look like a clover
I'm seeing the green in your face cause you sick from the mace
When you tried to go f*ck on a bitch but you ugly as hell
And ain't know how to kiss
Motherf*cker you a bitch and you still gonna die
I paint up a target and that's where you lie
(Sooooo)
If you are tryna get famous just go hit a stain in the sticks mother f*cker
You tryna hit licks and the rain you lil sucka
I'll knock ya ass back like joe's fat ass
But I ain't tryna diss that's his name now class
Listen up listen up
Michael put dicks in the throat of his kids
So he ain't have to live with the fact the size of the shit is still white
That's why he switched sides like he mixed up the dies
And decided to look like some rice
Shit!
When you walk in I see you lookin like a target
Tryna talk shit but bail when I say start it
If you wanna go about it imma just come and
Well
If you walk in then you gonna be a target
Tryna talk shit but bail when I say start it
If you wanna go about it imma put a sight up on it take ya ass out
Put you in the f*cking ground
F*ck you
Writer: Nicholas Ellison
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