Target Practice

Target practice

Target practice

Target practice

Target practice

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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

Galloping in like I'm Django

Releasing the beast I'm cutting the leash

I'm tying you up leave you tangled

Been wearing my gentleman hat too long

I'm thinking that I'm 'bout to take it off

I'm doing my best to mind my manners mama

But that shit is wearing off

I know if I turned down the dark the path the wrath

There maybe no turning back

I'm willing to risk and take the chance

If that means I get to pay 'em back

I've been working up to this

Putting bottles on my fence

Working on my shot every day

Making 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

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 shooting back

John tatatata tonathon

Boy what in the fuck has you done done?

Dumping on busters don't stand up for something

You'll fall over nothing bitch here it come

Talking that killer shit

Big Ole gorilla shit

Bitch you ain't even guh

Got a gun

Repping 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 fucking drum, soul ain't for sell

And if I should fail I'll just go try again till 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

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 shooting back

I got my hand on the Bible, other hand up on a rifle

For love of my family and baby

Go Loco you pay me or crazy I might go

Loadin' up my banana (nana)

Get da money fo' my Nana (Nana)

So you reckin' I gotta protec 'em

I'm sweatin an wipe wit a bandana (nana)

See I suffer from manic panic

If it's frannic dammit you about ta 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

No body saw, ain't no cell service so son nobody call

If you hear pop it's the lead (shine)

You got a red dot on ya head, owe!

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 cash app 'em

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 tryin 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 Killa

Instead of us fightin'

Come kill me tonight

That beats being 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

Tat hit the glass and the mattress

I wish that he hit me

I guess he need target practice

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 shooting back (back, back, back)

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

Yea 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 flipping the bird yes I'm hot as a furnace

They beggin' for life but they all gettin' murdered

Yea, they gettin buried now (damn), coffins 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 parking lot (common)

I heard you gettin' loud, leave you right there in a parking 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 buying a gun

You just a witness, you trying to run

Like some

Target practice

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 shooting back (back, back, back, back)