J.Murph - Target (feat. Ric F)
Swerving in my van, meter hit 110See these gas, we not holding hands
Compliment my coupe, say you like the Benz
Bought it just for you, now we more than friends
Keep it outside my crib and don't do no more crying in a crisis
She just wanna fuck I said 100 times we will
Yea if she move it then alright
We can watch a movie then alright
You smoking on skunk I swear that it's garbage
Don't care if you duck semi's hit you regardless
Tats on her body she pierced in her cartilage
Gave me good brain like she came out of college
Don't need no fiber I'm fucking with carbons
Aim at your head and we hitting the target
Strapped like the army they call me the Sargent
Red on your white ain't taking about target
Whipping the pot tipping the scale
Thought he was serving for me
Nigga got locked thought I'd pay bail
Then dropped 20 racks on supreme
I bought her a birkin told her it's working
Then told her to work it for me
We in the coupe swerving move like a surgeon
I Cut her off after I leave
Move like a serpent, I'm on your head like Medusa logo on my jeans
Stacking my cheese, don't fuck with the rats that are tryna take it away from me
40 on 40 I'm facing a blunt in the car but she taking my keys
Taking my keys, taking the place in my Jeep cause I'm tryna go speed
You smoking on skunk I swear that it's garbage
Don't care if you duck semi's hit you regardless
Tats on her body she pierced in her cartilage
Gave me good brain like she came out of college
Don't need no fiber I'm fucking with carbons
Aim at your head and we hitting the target
Strapped like the army they call me the Sargent
Red on your white ain't taking about target
Am I the one that you think about helping you go to sleep
I ain't took that hit so long I bless my arteries
Big band on my wrist I know he watching me
She told me I'm way too cold I nearly made her freeze
I went jet for jet so long I'm flying overseas
You can be my ex so long you never marking me
I get so much love from distance nearly flocking me
Used to hate my voice now she tryna get on top of me
You smoking on skunk I swear that it's garbage
Don't care if you duck semi's hit you regardless
Tats on her body she pierced in her cartilage
Gave me good brain like she came out of college
Don't need no fiber I'm fucking with carbons
Aim at your head and we hitting the target
Strapped like the army they call me the Sargent
Red on your white ain't taking about target
Written by:
Jonathan Murphy, Riccardo Frisiani
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