Текст песни Target Practice (feat. Brodnax & Krizz Kaliko) - Demun Jones

Target practice
Target practice
Target practice
Target practice

Uh
I'm armed in anger I ain't no angel and I'm prepare for some danger
And I ain't scared I heard what you said
I'm coming every angle
Horse and a saddle ready for battle
Galloping in like I'm Django
Releasing the beast I'm cutting the leash
I'm tying you up leave you tangled

Been wearing my gentleman hat too long
I'm thinking that I'm 'bout to take it off
I'm doing my best to mind my manners mama
But that shit is wearing off
I know if I turned down the dark the path the wrath
There maybe no turning back
I'm willing to risk and take the chance
If that means I get to pay 'em back

I've been working up to this
Putting bottles on my fence
Working on my shot every day
Making sure that I never miss
One by one I take 'em down
Leaving 'em shattered all on the ground
I know you regretted admit it
I came for vengeance
And I'm gonna get it now

Target practice
Target practice
I'm gonna hit what I'm aiming at
I'm gonna hit what I'm aiming at
Target practice
Target practice
I'm gonna hit what I'm aiming at
They shot at me now I'm shooting back

John tatatata tonathon
Boy what in the fuck has you done done?
Dumping on busters don't stand up for something
You'll fall over nothing bitch here it come
Talking that killer shit
Big Ole gorilla shit
Bitch you ain't even guh
Got a gun
Repping your section don't fall for deception
Say you gone step but you'll probably run

Brrr brr brump bump bum bum, walk to the beat
Of my fucking drum, soul ain't for sell
And if I should fail I'll just go try again till I get her done
I am Patricia's only son
Got my my name from my Daddy John
Louisiana is where I'm from
We do Target Practice for fun

Target practice
Target practice
I'm gonna hit what I'm aiming at
I'm gonna hit what I'm aiming at
Target practice
Target practice
I'm gonna hit what I'm aiming at
They shot at me now I'm shooting back

I got my hand on the Bible, other hand up on a rifle
For love of my family and baby
Go Loco you pay me or crazy I might go
Loadin' up my banana (nana)
Get da money fo' my Nana (Nana)
So you reckin' I gotta protec 'em
I'm sweatin an wipe wit a bandana (nana)

See I suffer from manic panic
If it's frannic dammit you about ta get planted an buried
I can reload in a hurry it's open carry in Missouri and
You ain't no law, we in da woods
No body saw, ain't no cell service so son nobody call
If you hear pop it's the lead (shine)
You got a red dot on ya head, owe!

I feel like my ears have been burnin'
People I trust talkin 'bout me
When I'm not around
All my friends have been turnin'
Their back cause I'm broke
With no cash to cash app 'em
My stash runnin out
Made it normal to eat off of me now they spoiled
They no longer feel the need to be loyal
Nobody was there tryin to bless me

When I got arrested or pay all the fees for my lawyers
Probation and DUI classes
Don't need no eyeglasses
To see the snake deep in my grass
And they slitherin'
Homies that I would consider
My family talkin' 'bout beatin my ass when they see me

I'm laughin'
Like do me a favor
Since you such a Killa
Instead of us fightin'
Come kill me tonight
That beats being lonely
I wish I was home tryin' to chill with my wife
Who wants nothin' to do with me

Guess you and her are two peas in a pod
Never thought you would be
Enemy numero Uno
Man you know
The code to the lock at the spot where I usually be and indubitably
I was right cause one night I was sleepin he broke in and blasted
Like bap bap bap bap
Tat hit the glass and the mattress
I wish that he hit me
I guess he need target practice

Target practice
Target practice
I'm gonna hit what I'm aiming at
I'm gonna hit what I'm aiming at
Target practice
Target practice
I'm gonna hit what I'm aiming at
They shot at me now I'm shooting back (back, back, back)

I'm on a roll I been hittin' the target like bop bop bop bop, who the fuck are you barkin' at
Buckin' the shotgun I fuckin reload it
Shit kickin' so hard it gon fuck up my shoulder
Who the fuck he think he fuckin' with
Shootin' the shit out of you on my bucket list
Yea I be cussin' like I'm on ship
Yeah I be rappin' like I am the shit

I can't be messin' with losers and workers
They talk about beef while I'm spittin' on burgers
I'm flipping the bird yes I'm hot as a furnace
They beggin' for life but they all gettin' murdered

Yea, they gettin buried now (damn), coffins get carried out
Rather be carryin' ammo and guns, ain't shit to talk about (yeah)
Ain't shit to talk about, why don't you come out to the parking lot (common)
I heard you gettin' loud, leave you right there in a parking spot (yeah)
That's how the story goes, you get bop bop bop bop bop like a morse code
I'm at the corner store buying a gun
You just a witness, you trying to run
Like some

Target practice
Target practice
Target practice
I'm gonna hit what I'm aiming at
I'm gonna hit what I'm aiming at
Target practice
Target practice
I'm gonna hit what I'm aiming at
They shot at me now I'm shooting back (back, back, back, back)