Shoebox Baby, DQFrmDaO - Target lyrics

Huh? What? Come on yeah, slatt, it's 'Box
Uh huh, uh huh, come on
Yeah, slatt, it's 'Box
(Ooh, that sound like on the beat)

If you see your target, you better
Spark it, put it in neutral
Ain't no parking
I'm with my pit's, bitch, we barking
My bitch tall and she darksin
Can't name one club I won't walk in
One false move and I get to tossin'
They like, "Damn, ShoeBox, you done lost it"
I'm tryna put all the opps in a coffin
Niggas be sick, trusting these hoes
Little do he know, i got her lo'
Soon as this bitch walk out the store
I'm hopping out cars and letting it blow
Now we gone, smash the gas, he with his kids
Ain't getting no pass
That's one opp dead but that ain't
The last, we got one, finna get out of class
Pop right by school, we on his ass
We finna leave lil' folks in the grass
Once he died, scratch in a
Jag', if twelve get behind
We doing the dash
Slutty and DQ, they on the road
They off X so they both in
My bitch bad, yeah, she cold
When she talk my ears get froze
There he go, he leaving the
Spot, I can't lie, this the easiest drop
Don't care what gen, give me
A Glock, frrah, frrah, unlimited shot
When he got shot his body locked
Walk Up Gang walk down your block
If the opps gon' died, they rolling with 'Za
Roll they ass in a Cuban cigar
I feel like Smurk, pissed me
Off, I want him dead, how much it cost?
He not a boss, if he take a loss then run to
The 'Gram and make him soft
When I touchdown let's play ball, don't
Care if you with it, i'm dropping 'em all
Better not lack when you in the city
If I see dude I'm making him fall
Grr, boaw, face on the wall
I'm 5'7 but my gun tall
My gun dirty, your shit clean
Can't find the opps then we
Shot at the fiends call DQ, he gon' blow
Drac' in the bag when he walk to the store
I'm ShoeBox and I'm from the O
I know you ain't asked but
I'm letting you know

I'm in the WI I IC, bitch
What's cracking? I stay with niggas
That's clapping them ratches
I'm rapping in the trap but I'm
Still a clapper, smoking on dude
He not a factor get book for a show, I need
All Jacks, I get the backend
Count it in the backwards
Toting that fire while you niggas
Lacking, if you want smoke
I stay with some matches
When you sliding put your ski on
Put your heat on you
When you riding to this beat, boy
This the theme song
Play crazy, it get hectic, at your door
No ding dong
With the killers, we so reckless, boy
You know what we be on
I'm DQ, they like, "Who is that?" Lil' boy
I be the best
O'Block the set, boy, don't play with me
They thirsty at your neck
ShoeBox up next, yeah, I'm right
There with him, bitch, we need them checks
We run the 'Raq, you can't speak on us if
You ain't touching no sack
I sip blood, I sip Tris and Wock'
They had me on my back
I'm a thug, I don't fuck with rappers, boy
They ass be cap
Spin the block, man, they outside lacking
JaydoJumpOuts got him
Long live my dawg, man, I truly miss him
Headshot HEC he 'bout it