Maurii - Target Practice

Mmm, that's flawless
Ain't been fuckin' wit' these niggas I been staying to myself bitch
If I come around just know these bullets they ain't selfish
Lil bro he ain't gon' miss he hit heads for target practice
I been mixing percocets with wock think i'm fuckin' up
I can't be no fuck up I can't fuck up, I can't never lack
If you spin through that bitch, you kill him aint no spinnin' back, light that nigga up
Kill him, walk him down, see his brain
Really fucked up inside the head
I ain't never change
We gon' leave a pussy nigga dead bout' a fuckin' chain
If he try to reach for my neck, lead gon' hit his brain
He gon' meet the reaper, bitch
I'ma send you straight to God
Better hope before you die, you was really prayin' hard
Devil in my mind, and my brothers be the demon
I'm tryna fuck your bitch and paint her face with all my semen
We gon' leave that nigga stuck layin' out cement
To the motherfuckin' grave, yeah, that's where he went
Kill him, leave him dead, nigga
I say, hold up, wait
Leave that nigga head bigger
I say, hold up, wait
I'm tryna smoke a dead, nigga
I don't give no fuck
It's been fuck what you said, nigga
Fill that nigga brain
All I wanna see is red shit
If I don't like you, I wanna see you with your brain hit
Don't try me, nigga
You might lose your life
You diss me, I'ma make your fuckin' mama cry

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Its Maurii

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