TARGETLOCKED

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[Intro] (Convicted murder and leader of the cult) (tihs ,hO) Talk, bitch, talk, she won't talk, I don't fucking talk Walk, bitch, walk, she can't walk, got my target locked Talk, bitch, talk, she won't talk, I don't fucking talk Walk, bitch, walk, she can't walk, got my target locked [Verse] RPG loaded up and it's ready We with the gang, posted up with machete You can't hang, I'ma shoot up your Getty Your whole gang get a taste of this leady No aim, but I keep that shit steady Pussy boy, rob that boy for his 'fetti Keep it cool, I ain't talking no yeti Blow his brains like some fucking confetti Bitch, you an opp, you get knocked Bro, you need to stop Pussy boy, my shotgun sawed I don't talk, bro, you get shot With your main bitch, she is shocked Pull up, bitch, knock off your top Bro cooperate with cops Bro, we all know you a flop [Chorus] Target locked, darе you to duck Shoot his kids, don't give a fuck Shotty make his tummy tuck My shawty shoot, my shot is buck Target lockеd, dare you to duck Shoot his kids, don't give a fuck Shotty make his tummy tuck My shawty shoot, my shot is buck [Bridge] RPG loaded up and it's ready We with the gang, posted up with machete You can't hang, I'ma shoot up your Getty Your whole gang get a taste of this leady No aim, but I keep that shit steady Pussy boy, rob that boy for his 'fetti Keep it cool, I ain't talking no yeti Blow his brains like some fucking confetti [Chorus] Target locked, dare you to duck Shoot his kids, don't give a fuck Shotty make his tummy tuck My shawty shoot, my shot is buck Target locked, dare you to duck Shoot his kids, don't give a fuck Shotty make his tummy tuck My shawty shoot, my shot is buck Target locked, dare you to duck Shoot his kids, don't give a fuck Shotty make his tummy tuck My shawty shoot, my shot is buck Target locked, dare you to duck Shoot his kids, don't give a fuck Shotty make his tummy tuck My shawty shoot, my shot is buck [Outro] Bitch, y— bitch-bitch— opp, you get knocked Bro, you need to stop Pussy boy, my shotgun sawed I don't talk, bro, you get shot With your main bitch, she is sho— Pull up, bitch, knock off your top Bro cooperate with co-cops Bro, we all know you a flo— No aim, but I keep that shit steady Pussy boy, rob that boy for his 'fetti Keep it cool, I ain't talking no yeti Blow his brains like some fucking confetti
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