Zae Trillz - Target (feat. Death the Kidd)

Aim that shit at me boy you gon drop it
I’m that nigga now because I’m popping
Can’t no nigga tell me he gon top it
I’m the man and I been the man and I know that it’s shocking
You be talking shit boy hit you with the rocket
Don’t care what you spent boy ain’t shit in ya pockets
Use some common sense boy
Use it for I rock it
I been down broke but a nigga go and make a deposit
That’s my evidence
Since I was a kid
Watch my thoughts blow in the wind
Like who the fuck and when
Bet you don’t know why
I cannot tell a lie
With the shit
I had my supply like open third eye
Cock it back and let it go
Some of you niggas don’t
I been watching you from the peephole
I know you niggas hoes
Niggas don’t know
Bitches don’t know
Independent my bro
If you ain’t you will go broke
Nigga just might go clear the shit
I told you niggas you not serious
Why you niggas try to act delirious
Why you niggas hate if you don’t fear me then
Blowing up I bet you niggas hear me then
Nigga might go end up in the fucking pin
Keep it hundred keep it ten
Keep a blessing make a sin
Why the heart rate rising for me
All these niggas really common to me
I know I don’t really vibe in the streets
You could never get revived in the streets
All these niggas talk like they fucking mental
But you never really bothering me
I could really show you something detrimental
But you fucking up the palm that you eat
It’s a tight rope but you hanging off the edge
I don’t fuck with bitches anymore I want the head
I don’t fuck with bitches anymore I want the head
But girl what’s popping I’m the needle
You can be the thread
If you ask me later girl
I coulda sworn you was the feds
Girl that pussy ill
You leave it to me
You gon need some meds
But
Fuck it we in the backseat
Working like athletes
Get up off the floor
I don’t need no mat skeets
I can hit any bitch with the right catch
All I need is two blunts and a slight match
Heard you on the 69 shit
How you gon latch it
I ain’t even know this shit came with the package
I ain’t know a rat plus
we ain’t even got enough pro for that shit
Let’s get it
Damn I’m amazing
Star
Seen how you work
Buss it like a AR
Head game strong
Put me in the ER
Now I got a light head
Like I work at Pixar
She ain’t my type
Nah she ain’t my type
She be all up on a nigga like what on rice
I thought shit was going left
So I hit her from the back
Now she looking up to me
So I had to make it right
God come first
Money third
And really finna get into it
Seems like lately
Niggas been swaying away from getting to it
Yea
Back to the topic
Cuz lately taking breaks ain’t really been a option nigga
That’s right that’s right
Ain’t no stopping
And all that hating shit gon get you bodied boy I swear cuz if you
Aim that shit at me boy you gon drop it
I’m that nigga now because I’m popping
Can’t no nigga tell me he gon top it
I’m the man and I been the man and I know that it’s shocking
You be talking shit boy hit you with the rocket
Don’t care what you spent boy ain’t shit in ya pockets
Use some common sense boy
Use it for I rock it
I been down broke but a nigga go and make a deposit

Written by:
Jerry Kennemore

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find