semi homie - target lyrics
[chorus]
these n+ggas ain’t nothing but targets
these b+tches ain’t nothing but wh0res
when we hop out that car we swing open four doors
only time these n+ggas shoot they’re guns at the gun range
i know he got buck in this blood if he buck i’ma hit him
lil’ bro ain’t got no experience you know i’m a teacher
we don’t post on the gram, she know she my [?]
he got hit he a patient so he on the bleachers
[verse]
i’m talking to glo about moves
this sh+t 448 know we keep sh+t in order
i let him keep his b+tch you know i could’ve bought her
i be skeptical about telling the truth to my lawyer
throw bro a new glock ’cause he loyal
told her throw me an opp ’cause i need it
[?] bleeding the same blood that i’m bleeding
i’m trying to tear down that b+tch we ain’t trying to get even
f+ck her good for four hours then breed her
how you wife her? she labeled a eater
how you with him? he labeled a b+tch
hit your man now he ache when it rain
this lil’ game that we playing it’s about who got the ups
this sh+t that we toting really shut down a bus
he tried to run he was slow his ass slipped on some dust
i’ll pay for a drop and sit out front in a pickup truck
you forgot about that code you was fighting for your life
trying to focus i’m taking care of a whole lot of business
we dropping our masks we don’t depend on no wishes
how the f+ck is we beefing? you just want attention
i’ll listen if you giving me law
these n+ggas be trying to teach sh+t they ain’t do
this my g22 threw that b+tch on the roof
now i’m riding with g30, say hi to my new boo
[chorus]
these n+ggas ain’t nothing but targets
these b+tches ain’t nothing but wh0res
when we hop out that car we swing open four doors
only time these n+ggas shoot they’re guns at the gun range
i know he got buck in this blood if he buck i’ma hit him
lil’ bro ain’t got no experience you know i’m a teacher
we don’t post on the gram, she know she my [?]
he got hit he a patient so he on the bleachers
[chorus]
these n+ggas ain’t nothing but targets
these b+tches ain’t nothing but wh0res
when we hop out that car we swing open four doors
only time these n+ggas shoot they’re guns at the gun range
i know he got buck in this blood if he buck i’ma hit him
lil’ bro ain’t got no experience you know i’m a teacher
we don’t post on the gram, she know she my [?]
he got hit he a patient so he on the bleachers
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