CORRECTAR LA LETRA

Letra : Target

I check my YouTube, I have three subscribers
Draggin' your face on an iron
Slice it up like Michael Myers
I don’t give a sh*t if you like my music
I’m just too sick
Run you over with a Buick
My boy Tristan, he is hot
Cut your neck like Sweeney Todd
Take off that bikini top
Me still rapping is extremely odd
I be ridin' in a quad
At rapping I am a god
Stop bein' a d**kwad
Stop j*rkin' your rod
I need Carson on the track
To show these f**kers how to rap
D.O.R. was a mistake
I’m finna shake and bake
Like Ricky Bobby
Got me screamin', “goddamnit!”
Like a controller, I’m finna slam it
On this f**ker’s face — his name is Camden

He’s my target
With a bounty on his head
That’s what he gives to men
At least that’s what Johnny said
I’m finna call up Johnny Sins
'Cause I think that we are twins
I don’t know why
But I take so many wins
I don’t take any L’s
If you think that then go to Hell
I’m finna ring the bell
Meanin' I will call your cell
I can do it by myself
I don’t need any help
You know what? Just for that
I’m finna leave a bad review on Yelp
You can yell, but nobody will hear
If they ring my doorbell, then nobody is here
I’m draggin' you on the floor
Tryna get you pa**ed the door
But you keep on screaming
So I had to do more
I grabbed my Glock and shot at your hips
I turned you into a vegetable crip
If you’re in a gang, then let the gun bang
Since I’m not, I’ll be sitting in my room eating chips