TARGET

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Skyte - Rap

TARGET

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[Intro] Yeah yeah, gang gang gang Yeah yeah, yeah yeah (Gang, gang, gang) Yeah yeah, let's get it Yeah yeah, let's get it Yeah yeah, let's get Yeah yeah, let's get it Aye, aye [Verse 1] My shooter the best nigga, he won't miss I'm sending shots, nigga, fuck a diss I'm at yo' grave, gotta take a piss Leavin' blood on the leaves, nigga, like Chris Lil' bitty bitch, is you dummy or not? She want fuck me and can't get off my dick I make it rain when it's sunny My pockets too chubby, but they don't need to get fit Yeah, they don't need to get fit, need to get thick She ride a dick tip like a rip stick Hit her like kick flip, I'm a misfit Hold up, okay Everything lit-lit when I get rich I ain't gon' say shit but I give dick Please get out my mentions 'fore you get hit Yeah, uh 'Fore you get hit in yo' top I take yo' head off yo' shoulders If my niggas still upping the Glock Then he ain't gon' stop 'til it's over And most of you niggas is fucking snakes So who I befriended? A Cobra And none of you niggas ain't touching tricks [?] like Dakota Yeah, yeah, got your bae with me I don't eat a lot, bitch, I stay skinny Pop you right in your chest like some fake titties Told that bitch to come through at like 8:50 You a bitch ass nigga, talking shit on the Gram When you know we don't live in the same city Treat your bitch like a dog if she play silly Bitch, I'm so great as long I got a K wit me [Verse 2] On gang I don't give no fucks 'bout yo' hoe I'm in her mouth like Invisalign And I heard that he said he want smoke Told that bitch boy, "Better get in line" I got a stick, I got a mag Run up too quick and you finna die Put my meat in my pants And I put that shit right on the table She eat up like dinner time Yeah, she gon' eat up When you talk 'bout me boy better speak up In the Stu', bitch, I just chill with my feet up I'm at the top and I can't get down You just a bitch ass nigga talkin' shit on the net I should buy you a goddamn gown Put a silencer all up on my Glock Now it's not making a goddamn sound, bitch Bitch, I'm popping shit Give no fucks what you heard about Heard she was thotting, bitch that's how I say that's word of mouth This bitch still crying in my phone like, "Fuck you heard about?" These pussy niggas don't know shit about my murder count [Outro] Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up Shut the fuck up, yeah, yeah, yeah

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  • Skyte