Waka Flocka Flame - Target Practice lyrics

[Chorus:] [x2] f** with your hurt, I keep that tool on my hip And this is business, some flight My youngest ever to step Yelling flocka, my n***as don't living at no runna bella Your n***as, our n***as shouting it's whatever [Verse 1:] Erase that shame, a hundred rounds They don't need no mother f**ing aim He come here, with me he explain [?] Turn you in and talking punches in slow lane It's, it's like a fame n***a, flocka Pain, you mother f**ing ratchers n***a Aim, you mother f**ing ratchers n***a Can't come in and hang with the bell watchers Flame, this is not a game Then you get a caskett n***a You f**, what you hurt I could get you thirtytwo rest for a bird I could get you twenty three hundred for a bird n***a [?] So you better watch your words [Chorus] [x2] [Verse 2:] f** around with those f** n***as Money and all in that truck n***a Am cashing out for them d** n***a And I really don't give a f** n***a When am full of crowns and I'm f**ing hoes Get, get money and scoping out hoes Think sh**'s funny, it's been wise Get these homies in the city streets It's like f** the f**ing haters, n***as new stripe b**hes on my lap, naggas klnow I clap it And I want shoes on, [?] You wanna strap me n***a would and they're twelve feet Cause I k** them and that all for the year Get in commas, tug, tug down Strapped up, no seat belts In the ATM, n***as try I swear to God, they gonna need help And am getting money, doing me, try me, sue me I don't give a f**, let's prove it A single priority, move it n***a [Chorus] [x2]