Lyrics Target Practice - Chris Travis, Gizmo, Prohibeo

Target Practice

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