Target Practice (feat. Brodnax & Krizz Kaliko)

Target practice

Target practice

Target practice

Target practice

I’m armed in anger, I ain’t no angel and I’m prepared for some danger

And I ain’t scared, I heard what you said, I’m coming at 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 turn down the dark, the path, the wrath, there may be 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 ta-ta-ta-ta-tonathon

Boy, what in the fuck has y-you d-done?

Dumping on busters, don’t stand up for something

You’ll fall over nothing, bitch, here it come

Talking that killer shit, big ol' gorilla shit

Bitch, you ain’t even g-got a gun

Repping your section, don’t fall for deception

You say you gon' step but you’ll probably run

Brr, bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum

Walk to the beat of my fucking drum

Soul ain’t for sale, 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 the love of my family and baby, go loco, you pay me or crazy I might go

Loadin' up my banana, get da money for my nana

So you wreckin', I gotta protect 'em, I’m sweatin' and wipe with a bandana

See I suffer from manic panic

If it’s frantic, dammit, you about to get planted and buried

I can reload in a hurry, it’s open carry in Missouri and you ain’t no law

We in the woods, nobody saw, ain’t no cell service so ain't nobody call

If you hear pop, it’s the lead

You got a red dot on ya head, ow

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' they 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 killer, instead of us fightin' come kill me tonight

That beats being lonely, I wish I was home tryna chill with my wife

Who wants nothing 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

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’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 flipping the bird, yes, I’m hot as a furnace

They beggin' for life but they all gettin' murdered

Yeah, they gettin' buried now, coffins get carried out

Rather be carryin' ammo and guns, ain’t shit to talk about

Ain’t shit to talk about

Why don’t you come out to the parking lot?

I heard you gettin' loud

Leave you right there in a parking spot

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