Target Practice Waka Flocka Flame

[Chorus]
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
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