Target Practice OTM

[Intro: Blue Pesos]
Uh, long live Drakeo, nigga
Long live Ketchy
Niggas know what's goin’ on
(Ron-Ron, load it up, Ron-Ron, load it up)

[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]
All that tough talkin', nigga, come be target practice
These .223s takin' souls and they doin’ damage
Stinc Team, we them niggas with exotic fashion
Sue Yung bitchin' in my ear, I just flu flammed her (Ron-Ron, do that shit)
Gang and them just stripped that nigga pieces, grab his phone after
Monkey nuts jumpin' out the chop goin' chimpanzee
Gave him SpongeBob holes, I know he miss Sandy
Hit an opp with donut holes, he just yelled, "Randy"

[Chorus: Blue Pesos & Duffy]
They ain't on nothin', cock back and blow somethin'
Hundiddies all on the floor, I'm a stove cracker
I think you owе somethin’, strip, he’s a pole dancеr
He only said one word and I just start blastin'
They ain’t on nothin', cock back and blow somethin'
Hundiddies all on the floor, I'm a stove cracker
I think you owe somethin’, strip, he's a pole dancer
He only said one word and I just start blastin'
Shit, nigga
They ain't on nothin', cock back and blow somethin', bitch
Nigga (Nigga)
Hundiddies all on the floor, I'm a stove cracker (Huh)
Nigga (Yeah)
I think you owe somethin', strip, he's a pole dancer
Haha, you know the truth
He only said one word and I just start blastin' (Long live Drakeo)