Waka Flocka Flame — Target Practice

[Chorus:] [x2] Fuck with your hurt, I keep that tool on my hip And this is business, some flight My youngest ever to step Yelling flocka, my niggas don’t living at no runna bella Your niggas, our niggas shouting it’s whatever [Verse 1:] Erase that shame, a hundred rounds They don’t need no mother fucking aim He come here, with me he explain [?] Turn you in and talking punches in slow lane It’s, it’s like a fame nigga, flocka Pain, you mother fucking ratchers nigga Aim, you mother fucking ratchers nigga Can’t come in and hang with the bell watchers Flame, this is not a game Then you get a caskett nigga You fuck, what you hurt I could get you thirtytwo rest for a bird I could get you twenty three hundred for a bird Nigga [?] So you better watch your words [Chorus] [x2] [Verse 2:] Fuck around with those fuck niggas Money and all in that truck nigga Am cashing out for them drugs nigga And I really don’t give a fuck nigga When am full of crowns and I’m fucking hoes Get, get money and scoping out hoes Think shit’s funny, it’s been wise Get these homies in the city streets It’s like fuck the fucking haters, niggas new stripe Bitches on my lap, naggas klnow I clap it And I want shoes on, [?] You wanna strap me Nigga would and they’re twelve feet Cause I kill them and that all for the year Get in commas, tug, tug down Strapped up, no seat belts In the ATM, niggas try I swear to God, they gonna need help And am getting money, doing me, try me, sue me I don’t give a fuck, let’s prove it A single priority, move it nigga [Chorus] [x2]