Target Lyrics

Nigga

My left pocket got a sloppy roll because I made this shit today

My car so fast, I do the dash, pass the police and they won't even chase

I'm riding in a benz

I'm crackin' G's on a daily, tryna catch every play

And I just cracked two G's before like three, I'm on track today

He tried to run, we did him like he Ricky

He spent his last on a lil bag for a lil hoe that end up leaving quickly

I know the opps, they hella mad that they can't keep up with me

I press the gas, I do the dash, if the police try to flick me

450 on a basic shirt that they ain't even have one logo

My slim fit made by Polo

I thru bro a play on the exotic bows

I'm feelin' like Joe Burrow

I'm dumping outta fast whip this my shit, no, this not off Turo

And my Glock 29 got a lil' switch

I'm riding wit my bitch she in the car watching the mirrors, that lil bitch too hipp

I spent 3,000 on the fit, 500 each for the jacket and tee

Another thousand on the sneaks, I fell in love with Balenciaga

I can't forget about the Amiri jeans, for these, I paid a four of lean

And on a Bummy Day, I might throw on a Adidas fit with some Prada

I got designer on my white tee

I got on Gucci, not on Nike's

I drop a deuce of quay up in my double cup, I'm sippin' Texas tea

I spent 2,000 on the hat and belt and shoes just cause it's a double G

I'm with Dreko, Los, and Lowkey P

And we lowkey really runnin' thru yings

I spent 800 on a hoodie by Chrome Heart

My car a push the start

300 on a galley shirt that departed

I got grams on the market

I met my Cali plug in the Hills, and seen a bobcat but I don't play for Charlotte

I mixed the red with a firework, and it look like the logo that's Target