Текст песни Target - Honie Gold

I don't gotta stress cause, he'll pop dat
Ain't no second guessing he bout that
Come back with some shit
Watch him empty the clip
Right in front of ya home, where ya moms at
Don't play me for dummy
Shit can get funny, keep a strap on his hip like a handy man
Thinking it's sweet like a candy man
Will get you in somebody body bag
Who down to rock
I'll let anyone talk
I'm to occupied making these bans
Who down to ride
When you ready to slide
I'm to occupied stealing ya man
Who give a fuck, if he ain't lettin up
Boy all of you niggas are def dumb
Somebody come get they def son
They act like I owe them a plus one but

Who
Who like my body seduce
Who like the way that I move
Keep it sweet, ain't no changing my mood
What? Who?
Can't call me a freak, cause I'm nasty
He said that I'm sweet like some candy
Back it up, hit reverse, ain't no crashing

Look cause you copying me
Call it copy cat
Know you gone do what I say on some roger that
Tell me you with it
And I'll pull a Bonnie no Clyde
Quit fucking me
Cause your wasting your time
Know I'm bout that
And he like that
Said that shorty a slime and he rock that
Said he only wear red and I got that
Know I'm moving his way, ain't no cross set nigga

I gotta new chick and she bout that
She get straight down to work she don't chit chat
Not a kitten she strike like a bobcat
Step on you niggas we treat u like doormats
Biting my sound I'ma change up the format
I'm really immortal but ready for combat
Put on my gear and I'm grabbin my hard hat
She get nasty she ride like a hellcat
Type a chick who take dick while she look back
If u crossing the line you gone get whacked
I'm not shaking ya hand I'm not with that
And don't put out fits I don't give daps
We play with guns like we playing with knick knacks
He went asking for smoke so he got that
Now I'm raking that dope in my backpack
We been winning you still on yo last lap
Who down to ride when I'm ready to slide
I was down now I'm taking a stand
Who down to get it
When we on a mission we left him cause he started playing
Don't fuck up the plan
I know who gone be there when shit hits the fan
Now I feel like the man
We sticking together I'm taking ya hand

Who
Who like my body seduce
Who like the way that I move
Keep it sweet, ain't no changing my mood
What? Who?
Can't call me a freak, cause I'm nasty
He said that I'm sweet like some candy
Back it up, hit reverse, ain't no crashing