[Intro]
The Midnight Society

[Hook: Yung Bitch]
You walk around like there's a target on yo' chest
Run from me, you better cop yo' self a vest
'Cause my slimes gon' be comin' for yo' neck
You walk around like there's a target on yo' chest
Run off with a pack, I'ma run up in yo' nest
Get that [?]
You walk around like there's a target on yo' chest
You walk around like there's a target on yo' chest

[Verse 1: Yung Bitch]
Comin' for yo' head, I'm comin' for yo' bitch
[?] you should think before you hit a lick
I get mad, I grab my strap and then I'm off again
Got no tolerance for games when it come to my chips
When it come to my bricks, I do not play, I keep it 100
Yo' girl tryna suck my nuts, I hit her face when I nutted
I'ma dig up in her guts and in her purse then I'm runnin
I'm always keep it real [?] feel that I'm comin'

[Verse 2: KirbLaGoop]
Took a [?] with the Mac and the new 9
They try my kinfolk, know that I'm blind
Through that [?]
That's yo' boo with the brand new .45
Heard he talkin', I'ma lay that boy sideways
Drop the top, hit his top, mobbin' all day
I'ma clean the streets, boy, know I molly walk
Hit yo' block, make it [?] the rooftop
Fuck the police, I got that straight drop
[?]
[?], I'ma die
[?]
100 shots, 100 shells on yo' block
Think it's hot, wait 'til Kirb hit the spot
New .223 with the new 9
Hit his spot, wish he would [?]
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