Target Practise [S1.Ep1] Double Iz (A13) lyrics

[Part 1]

Man pull it out and then dig it in
That duffle bag where the ZKs are in
Talkin' crud but ain't on p*ss
Man wrap the food up in f*cking cling
Mention bro; get dropped, no talk we ain't into no talking, kid
Talking sh*t, n*gga got hit with the stick but he claims that he walks with his
What you know about getting ducked down in a gunfight, that's armed Jakes and we brought ours too
Bro said don't bring knives to a gun fight so I listened up, so we grip and shoot
I remember swiping yutes at lunch time now I'm sitting here with food to move
f*ck police, FBI, they need to free all the jailhouse goons
Skid-up skr and then woosh
If that's your friend then why push?
28 hungry, trap-line jumpy
Free TK that the Jakes done took
Get round there but nosy feds wan' look
Shout my plug, he's a brilliant cook
Shout my team, we're some brilliant crooks
Shout out bro, done a brilliant jook
Bro backs it from his jacket, big shotgun is what he's packing
If we pull up do a madness, then it's to the hood, that's standard
And all this talk bout Bizz, makes us pull up where you live
On the 1-2's there's two whips
Hella rambos and a stick
Big dots in the ride no question, ain't gotta ask bro twice
125; big Yamaha or Tife–bros got his, I got mine
Step round five
Opp boy affi pay fine
Lucky cah' it weren't his time
Straight on site, dumb yutes say you're on I
For this one I should make time
We bag him then f*ck off, we evacuate the scene
Them boy pull up their pants and leave
What's in the bag They don't want to see
Done a one move success mans pleased
p*ssed that we couldn't say R.I.P
Officers come 'nuff blood get cleaned
Step Crazy dogs them be mean
For the sawn-off dots, unlimited teeth
This crud can't end, my shank don't bend and it's always on me
For the sawn-off dots, unlimited teeth
This crud can't end, my shank don't bend and it's always on me