歌词
Yeah, shooting the target
Be honest, you couldn't start it
Wasn't ready, I done it regardless
Armed and ready, I'm flooding the market
Why these people, they talking the talk
But don't wanna run up in this shit and park it?
And if I go to jail, bet I told the judge
I just want to live like an artist
No, I don't understand some ****
I just move like a brand, my ****
And I'm just going ham on ****
In the booth, I just run up the figures
And I know that they talking the talk
But down the 'Gram they running they fingers
I just go get a bag, I'm winning
I'd be dripping in Voss and linen
I'm surrounded by beautiful women
Add a whole damn horse in the engine
Add a whole damn Porsche for the brethren
I get paid off shore for the cheffing
There ain't shit that I like to do when I write to you, I'm like
Getting high in the afternoon, it's like, could the day be over?
Got me feeling like a deadbeat soldier
Yeah, they hate when I pull up in a Rover
I ain't even know you
Yeah, I know she finna talk too much so I pull out the super soaker
Yeah, she make the kitty move for the boy so I do up the ting like Doja
Yeah, I already told you, I get ranked like soldiers
Shooting the target
Be honest, you couldn't start it
Wasn't ready, I done it regardless
Armed and ready, I'm flooding the market
Why these people they talking the talk
But don't wanna run up in this shit and park it?
And if I go to jail, bet I told the judge
I just want to live like an artist
Shooting the target
Be honest, you couldn't start it
Wasn't ready, I done it regardless
Armed and ready, I'm flooding the market
Why these people, they talking the talk
But don't wanna run up in this shit and park it?
And if I go to jail, bet I told the judge
I just want to live like an artist
You can't have a gun, you're an artist
Still bought a blicky regardless
Molley be hanging with robbers
I was on lockdown looking at charges
I just wish I could be honest
Signing papers in the office
Lot of people, lot of pockets
I haven't had peace in the longest
I pop a pill and get silly
Feel like a demon went in me
Do me dirty, do you gritty
Many men with me, like fifty
She on the telly like Kelly
She got a man, but she text me
Feelings and Henny get messy
Henny and envy get deadly
No, thanks, I don't need your luck
Molley get cash, Molley double his cut
Get money and prosper, I pop a Molly I turn to a monster
She want a script then I turn to a doctor
Shooting the target
Be honest, you couldn't start it
Wasn't ready, I done it regardless
Armed and ready, I'm flooding the market
Why these people, they talking the talk
But don't wanna run up in this shit and park it?
And if I go to jail, bet I told the judge
I just want to live like an artist
Talking the talk, but don't wanna run up in this shit and park it
An artist
Written by: Jesse Mollett, Nicholas Ihua- Maduenyi, Paul Jabani Lassa
