Target (feat. J Molley)

Shooting the target Being honest you couldn't start it Wasn't ready, I done it regardless Armed and ready, I'm flooding the market Why these people they talking the talk But don't wanna run up in this shit and park it And if I go to jail, bet I told the judge I just want to look like an artist Now I don't understand some niggas I just move like a brand my nigga And I'm just going ham on niggas In the booth, I just run up the figures And I know that they talking the talk But down on the gram, they running they fingers I just go get a bag I'm winning I'd be dripping in voss and linen I'm surrounded by beautiful women Got a whole damn horse in the engine Got a whole damn Porsche for the brethren I get paid offshore for the cheffing There ain't shit that I like to do When I write to you I'm like Getting high in the afternoon it's like Could the day be over? Got me feeling like a deadbeat soldier Yeah they hate, when I pull up in a rover (mm-hmm) I ain't even know ya (mm-hmm) Yeah I know she finna talk too much So I pull out the super soaker (mm-hmm) Yeah she make the kitty move for the boy So I do up the ting like doja (mm-hmm) Yeah, I already told ya I get ranked like soldiers Shooting the target Being honest you couldn't start it Wasn't ready, I done it regardless Armed and ready, I'm flooding the market Why these people, they talking the talk But don't wanna run up in this shit and park it And if I go to jail, bet I told the judge I just want to look like an artist Yeah, you know I've been Shooting the target Being honest, you couldn't start it Wasn't ready, I done it regardless Armed and ready, I'm flooding the market Why these people they talking the talk But don't wanna run up in this shit and park it And if I go to jail, bet I told the judge I just want to look like an artist You can't have a gun, you're an artist Still bought a blicky regardless Molley be hanging with robbers I was on lockdown looking at charges I just wish I could be honest Signing papers in an office Lotta people, lot of pockets I haven't had peace in the longest I pop a pill and get silly Feel like a demon went in me Do me dirty, do you gritty Many with me like 50 She on the telly like kelly She got a man but she text me Feelings and henny get messy Henny and envy get deadly No, thanks, I don't need your luck Molley get cash, Molley double his cut Get money and prosper I pop a Molly I turn to a monster She want a script then I turn to a doctor Shooting the target Being honest, you couldn't start it Wasn't ready, I done it regardless Armed and ready, I'm flooding the market Why these people they talking the talk But don't wanna run up in this shit and park it And if I go to jail, bet I told the judge I just want to look like an artist Yeah, you know I've been Talking the talk But don't wanna run up in this shit and park it An artist