Target Practice - Chris Travis, Gizmo, Prohibeo

Jumped up off the porch

And hopped up in my ford

Bitches entertain when they feel a nigga bored

I don’t feel the same when I get up and explore

Two women in my I’m in between

Here come the train nigga go and hop aboard

Cause they get left nigga but the choice is yours

Money in my fist and good smoke I’m adored

French tip nails and she posted in New York

I’ve been around the world they won’t ever catch me boy

You say you fuck these girls but they really boy

I’ve been around the world they won’t ever catch me boy

You say you fuck these girls but they really boy

What the fucks a scene smoking green aqua marine

I been doing it since junt, I still don’t feel like I’m nineteen

You just a ghost on Halloween, something everybody’s seen

Gizmo creeping while you sleeping cross the globe in submarines

Tell me who the fuck wanna come start shit

Pull up my apartment I’m gonna rip apart shit

Ripping out ya heart kid, leaving blood on the carpet

Log in to the market, where I’m selling my targets

I don’t fuck with bitches playing stupid

I’m not dumb I see right through it

Something different in the movement

Let’s go get it lets get to it

I don’t fuck with bitches playing stupid

I’m not dumb I see right through it

Something different in the movement

Let’s go get it lets get to it

I can’t take no advice from a fuckboy

Yall ain’t in our lane

They know of our name and it’s because we fuckin up da game

Ain’t it funny how shit changed

They used to talk down just a year ago

Me and gizmo quick to kill

And now the killing serial

It’s been fuck the world and fuck these items they material

Bitch i don’t feel the same

If you want it we can play

But I’ll tell you right now

I ain’t interested in playing games

I just wanna see the light forever

Never see the flames

Cold like the winter

Flow steady like the fuckin rain

Fuck all that fuck shit

You ain’t pulling up bitch

Half these rappers fuckin pussy

So they ain’t ever gon start shit

I been rolling blunts

So pearled

Looking like some pretzel sticks

Why they wanna fuck with me

What you got to gain from dis

Think u got me

All you getting

Is face full of my kids

I know dat

You still watching

But it don’t bother me bitch

I been minding my own business

And eating rappers for lunch

Prohibeo don’t care about fame

That shit change yall too much