Target Practice ​gizmo (Ft. Chris Travis & Prohibeo)

[Verse 1: Chris Travis]
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

[Verse 2: Gizmo]
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