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target - shoebox baby & dqfrmdao lyrics

[intro: shoebox baby]
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)

[verse 1: shoebox baby]
if you see your target, you better spark it, put it in neutral, ain’t no parking
i’m with my pits, b*tch, we barking, my b*tch tall and she darksin
can’t name one clube i won’t walk in, one false move and i get to [toasting?]
they like, “d*mn, shoebox, you [?]”, i’m tryna put all the opps in a coffin
n*ggas be sick, trusting these hoes, little do he know, i got her lo’
soon as this b*tch 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’, twelve get behind, we doing the dash
sl*tty and dq, they on the road, they off x so they both in [?]
my b*tch 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 [?] cigar
i feel like smurk, p*ss me off, i want him dead, how much it cost?
he not a boss, if he take a loss then ran to the ‘gram and make him suffer
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 sh*t clean, can’t find the opps then we shot at the fam
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
[verse 2: dqfrmdao]
i’m in the wiiic, b*tch, what’s cracking? i stay with n*ggas 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 back
toting that fire while you n*ggas 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 d*mn song
play crazy, it get hectic, at your door, no ding dong
with the k!llers, 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, b*tch, 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 f*ck 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 ’bout it

- shoebox baby dqfrmdao lyrics

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