CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Target
The Midnight Society
You walk around like there's a target on yo chest
Run from me you better cop yo self a vest
Cause my slimes gone be comin for yo neck
You walk around like there's a target on yo chest
Run off with a pack
Imma run up in yo nest
Get that [?]
You walk around like there's a target on yo chest
You walk around like there's a target on yo chest
Comin for yo head i'm comin for yo b*t*h
you should think before you hit a lick
I get mad I grab my strap and then i'm off again
Got no tolerance for games when it come to my chips
When it come to my bricks I do not play I keep it 100
Yo girl tryna suck my nuts I hit her face when I nutted
Imma dig up in her guts and in her purse then i'm runnin
I'm always keep it real [?] feel that i'm comin
Took a [?] with the Mac and the new 9
They try my kinfolk know that i'm blind
Through that [?]
That's yo boo with the brand new .45
Heard he talkin imma lay that boy sideways
Drop the [?] hit his top mobbin all day
Imma clean the streets boy know I molly walk
Hit yo block make it [?] the rooftop
F**k the police I got that straight drop
imma die
100 shots 100 shells on yo block
Think it's hot wait till Kirb hit the spot
New .223 with the new 9
Hit his spot wish he would [?]
Get loud
You that sh*t don't waste my time
I got [?] at yo spine
Momma come while you gone cry
I got hitters on the roof
I got busters out the booth
B*t*h I drop xans in my goop
Catch those shots like alley-oop
That's a lick
That's a lick like please don't flex
Run up on it to yo crib
Kill yo momma and yo niece
Big boy b*t*h I come up out the tech
You don't want beef i'll put a target on yo chest
You walk around like there's a target on yo chest
Run from me you better cop yo self a vest
Cause my slimes gone be comin for yo neck
You walk around like there's a target on yo chest
Run off with a pack
Imma run up in yo nest
Get that [?]
You walk around like there's a target on yo chest
You walk around like there's a target on yo chest
Comin for yo head i'm comin for yo b*t*h
you should think before you hit a lick
I get mad I grab my strap and then i'm off again
Got no tolerance for games when it come to my chips
When it come to my bricks I do not play I keep it 100
Yo girl tryna suck my nuts I hit her face when I nutted
Imma dig up in her guts and in her purse then i'm runnin
I'm always keep it real [?] feel that i'm comin
Took a [?] with the Mac and the new 9
They try my kinfolk know that i'm blind
Through that [?]
That's yo boo with the brand new .45
Heard he talkin imma lay that boy sideways
Drop the [?] hit his top mobbin all day
Imma clean the streets boy know I molly walk
Hit yo block make it [?] the rooftop
F**k the police I got that straight drop
imma die
100 shots 100 shells on yo block
Think it's hot wait till Kirb hit the spot
New .223 with the new 9
Hit his spot wish he would [?]
Get loud
You that sh*t don't waste my time
I got [?] at yo spine
Momma come while you gone cry
I got hitters on the roof
I got busters out the booth
B*t*h I drop xans in my goop
Catch those shots like alley-oop
That's a lick
That's a lick like please don't flex
Run up on it to yo crib
Kill yo momma and yo niece
Big boy b*t*h I come up out the tech
You don't want beef i'll put a target on yo chest
