Ybn Cordae - Target lyrics

They said check at the tank Daytrip took it to ten I was cruising in a 6-4 with all of my h**s Two n***as with a pistol that’s ready to go New b***h named Crystal, steady to blow My team way too official, with Chevy’s and Rolls Seen the red and blue lights, and I got pulled over Redneck-a*s cop asked me was I sober I said hell nah n***a, stupid question to ask I got a half pound of weed in the messenger bag But I couldn’t tell ’em that, I was wantin’ to laugh That’s the number one rule, don’t be flauntin’ your pack And stop asking all these questions, now I’m tauntin’ yo a*s And, if you want to search my car, you need a warrant for that As soon as I said that stupid s**t, my gun had slip into his grip My n***a, I plead the fifth, I don’t mean to diss man, but I gotta dip He said “what in tarnation”, hit the gas I’m car racing Plus I’m high in the sky, gas got me stargazin’ So here’s a little advice, my sugar n’ spice, and you can get nice Free my n***a T-Mac, that s**t is so whack, they tryna indict I just paid off all my debt, I’m gettin’ them checks, it’s changin’ my life I need a little respect, just copped a Patek, just look at my ice So he ran up, “put yo hands up, you in handcuffs You done lost your mother f**in’ head like you got dandruff Woman lie, a n***a lie, f**k the cell, that s**t is dry Why you pull me over doing 60 in a 55? All y’all is suspects, you knew that homes Five n***as in the car, and y’all got doo rags on Plus y’all bumpin’ all the really loud new rap songs That’s three f**in’ strikes, I wanna go back home How the f**k my straps slip, I be grounded and tight He said, “boys it look like y’all at the County tonight” And the canines comin’, you can stop with the jokes So while y’all in there tonight, don’t be droppin’ the soap I know that you hate me, I know that you jealous I know you crazy, hiding behind an umbrella Man I know I’m a target, s**t I know I’m a threat And I know y’all tryna stop me, ’cause you know I’m up next, n***a I was cruising in a 6-4 with all of my h**s Two n***as with a pistol that’s ready to go New b***h named Crystal, steady to blow My team way too official, with Chevy’s and Rolls Daytrip took it to ten, hey!