Target Practice

Lyrics

[intro: Demun Jones] Target practice, target practice Target practice, target practice [Verse 1: Demun Jones] Uh, 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, gallopin' in like I'm Django Releasin' the beast I'm cuttin' the leash, I'm tyin' you up leave you tangled Been wearin' my gentleman hat too long, I'm thinkin' that I'm 'bout to take it off I'm doin' my best to mind my manners mama but that shit is wearin' off I know if I turned down thе dark the path the wrath, therе maybe no turning back I'm willin' to risk and take the chance, if that means I get to pay 'em back I've been workin' up to this, puttin' bottles on my fence Workin' on my shot every day, makin' 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 [Chorus :Demun Jones] 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 shootin' back [Verse 2: Brodnax] John tatatata tonathon Boy what in the fuck has you done done? Dumpin' on busters don't stand up for somethin' You'll fall over nothin' bitch here it come Talkin' that killer shit, big ole gorilla shit Bitch you ain't even got, got a gun Reppin' 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 fuckin' drum Soul ain't for sell and if I should fail I'll just go try again 'til 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 [Chorus :Demun Jones] 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 shootin' back [Verse 3: Krizz Kaliko] 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 the money fo' my nana So you reckon I gotta protect 'em I'm sweatin' and wipin' with a bandana See I suffer from manic panic If it's frantic dammit you about to 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, nobody saw, ain't no cell service so son nobody call If you hear pop it's the lead, you got a red dot on ya head [Verse 4: Rittz] 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 CashApp them, 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 tryna 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 beat's bein' 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, hit the glass and the mattress I wish that he hit me, I guess he need target practice [Chorus :Demun Jones] 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 shootin' back [Verse 4: Adam Calhoun] 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 flippin' the bird yes I'm hot as a furnace They beggin' for life but they all gettin' murdered (Murdered) Yeah, they gettin' buried now, damn, coffin 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 parkin' lot (Come on) I heard you gettin' loud, leave you right there in a parkin' 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 buyin' a gun, you just a witness, you tryin' to run Like some [Chorus :Demun Jones] 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 shootin' back