Target Practice lyrics

[Intro: Blue Pesos]
Uh, long live Drakeo, n*gga
Long live Ketchy
n*ggas know what's goin’ on
(Ron-Ron, load it up, Ron-Ron, load it up)

[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]
All that tough talkin', n*gga, come be target practice
These .223s takin' souls and they doin’ damage
Stinc Team, we them n*ggas with exotic fashion
Sue Yung b*tchin' in my ear, I just flu flammed her (Ron-Ron, do that sh*t)
Gang and them just stripped that n*gga pieces, grab his phone after
Monkey nuts jumpin' out the chop goin' chimpanzee
Gave him SpongeBob holes, I know he miss Sandy
Hit an opp with donut holes, he just yelled, "Randy"

[Chorus: Blue Pesos & Duffy]
They ain't on nothin', c*ck back and blow somethin'
Hundiddies all on the floor, I'm a stove cracker
I think you owе somethin’, strip, he’s a pole dancеr
He only said one word and I just start blastin'
They ain’t on nothin', c*ck back and blow somethin'
Hundiddies all on the floor, I'm a stove cracker
I think you owe somethin’, strip, he's a pole dancer
He only said one word and I just start blastin'
sh*t, n*gga
They ain't on nothin', c*ck back and blow somethin', b*tch
n*gga (n*gga)
Hundiddies all on the floor, I'm a stove cracker (Huh)
n*gga (Yeah)
I think you owe somethin', strip, he's a pole dancer
Haha, you know the truth
He only said one word and I just start blastin' (Long live Drakeo)
[Verse 2: Duffy]
Had to flee the scene, it was kinda graphic
It's our first mixtape but we been established
Give him thirty-two shots, I'm finna show him magic
Off the Mussle, n*gga, this a guaranteed classic
If we poppin' out, you know I'm bringin' stick of course
Ballin' out on n*ggas, I ain't out here tryna play no sports
Kick her out the crib, tell a b*tch not to fight the force
Strip a tall n*gga, pockets loose, he came up short
n*ggas nerds and dorks, count these automatic bullets
Hit him in his head, turned his dreadlocks into a mullet
I think you owe somethin', strip for me, give it up
Got home and hit the field again, that was not enough
Make a n*gga double dutch, hop, skip, run, and jump
Trippin', fallin', pullin' up his jeans, he was out of luck
Too greedy, b*tch, this for life, this is not for fun
n*ggas took my dog, now all these n*ggas be hard to trust

[Chorus: Blue Pesos & Duffy]
They ain't on nothin', c*ck back and blow somethin'
Hundiddies all on the floor, I'm a stove cracker
I think you owe somethin', strip, he's a pole dancer
He only said one word and I just start blastin'
They ain't on nothin', c*ck back and blow somethin'
Hundiddies all on the floor, I'm a stove cracker
I think you owe somethin', strip, he's a pole dancer
He only said one word and I just start blastin'
sh*t, n*gga
They ain't on nothin', c*ck back and blow somethin', b*tch
n*gga
Hundiddies all on the floor, I'm a stove cracker
n*gga
I think you owe somethin', strip, he's a pole dancer
He only said one word and I just start blastin'