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Target Practice by Demun Jones x Brodnax x Krizz Kaliko x Rittz x Adam Calhoun Produced by : StoneBabySounds & Jared Sciullo, Phivestarr Video Directed by: Drake McGuire Additional Videography by: Kevin Kneeland merch: Lyrics: Target practice Target Practice Target Practice Target Practice (Demun) Uh I’m armed in anger I ain’t no angel and I’m prepare for some danger and I ain’t scared I heard what you said I’m coming every angle Horse and a saddle ready for battle Galloping in like I’m Django Releasing the beast I’m cutting the leash I’m tying you up leave you tangled Been wearing my gentleman hat too long I’m thinking that I’m bout to take it off. I’m doing my best to mind my manners mama, but that shit is wearing off I know if I turned down the dark the path the wrath there maybe no turning back I’m willing to risk and take the chance if that means I get to pay em back. I’ve been working up to this Putting bottles on my fence Working on my shot every day Making sure that I never miss One by one I take em down Leaving em shattered all on the ground I know you regretted admit it I came for vengeance and I’m gonna get it now Target Practice Target Practice I’m gonna hit what I’m aiming at I’m gonna hit what I’m aiming at Target Practice Target Practice I’m gonna hit what I’m aiming at They shot at me now I’m shooting back (Brodnax) John tatatata tonathon Boy what in the fuck has you done done? Dumping on busters don’t stand up for something you’ll fall over nothing bitch here it come Talking that killer shit Big Ole gorilla shit Bitch you ain’t even guh got a gun Repping your section don’t fall for deception say you gone step but you’ll probably run Brrr brr brump bump bum bum walk to the beat of my fucking drum soul ain’t for sell And if I should fail I’ll just go try again till I get her done I am Patricia’s only son Got my my name from my Daddy John. Louisiana is where I’m from We do Target Practice for fun Target Practice Target Practice I’m gonna hit what I’m aiming at I’m gonna hit what I’m aiming at Target Practice Target Practice I’m gonna hit what I’m aiming at They shot at me now I’m shooting back (Krizz) I got my hand on the Bible other hand up on a rifle. For Love of my family and baby Go Loco you pay me or crazy I might go. Loadin up my banana. Get da money fo’ my NANA. So you reckin I gotta protec em I’m sweatin an wipe wit a bandana. See I suffer from manic panic, If it’s frannic dammit you about ta get planted an buried. I can reload in a hurry it’s open carry in Missouri an you ain’t no law we in da woods, no body saw, ain’t no cell service so son nobody call. If you hear pop it’s the lead, You got a red dot on ya head, owe!! (Rittz) I feel like my ears have been burnin people I trust talkin bout me when I’m not around all my friends have been turnin their back cause I’m broke with no cash to cash app em my stash runnin out made it normal to eat off of me now they spoiled they no longer feel the need to be loyal nobody was there tryin to bless me when I got arrested or pay all the fees for my lawyers probation and DUI classes don’t need no eyeglasses To see the snake deep in my grass and they slitherin Homies that I would consider my family talkin bout beatin my ass when they see me I’m laughin like do me a favor since you such a Killa instead of us fightin come kill me tonight that beats being lonely I wish I was home tryin to chill with my wife who wants nothin to do with me Guess you and her are two peas in a pod never thought you would be enemy numero Uno man you know the code to the lock at the spot where I usually be and indubitably I was right cause one night I was sleepin he broke in and blasted Like bap baP BAP BAP Tat hit the glass and the mattress I wish that he hit me I guess he need target practice 'HOOK' (Adam) I’m on a roll I been hittin the target like bop bop bop bop, who the fuck are you barkin at. Buckin the shotgun I fuckin reload it. Shit kickin so hard it gon fuck up my shoulder. Who the fuck he think he fuckin with, shootin the shit out of you on my bucket list. Yea I be cussin like I’m on ship. Yea I be rappin like I am the shit. I can’t be messin with losers and workers. They talk about beef while I’m spittin on burgers. I’m flipping the bird yes I’m hot as a furnace, they beggin for life but they all gettin murdered. Yea, they gettin buried now, coffins get carried out. Rather be carryin ammo and guns, ain’t shit to talk about. Ain’t shit to talk about, why don’t you come out to the parking lot. I heard you gettin loud, leave you right there in a parking spot. That’s how the story goes, you get bop bop bop bop bop like a morse code. I’m at the corner store buying a gun. You just a witness, you trying to run……. Like some Target Practice #demunjones #TargetPractice #brodnax #krizzkaliko #rittz #adamcalhoun
