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rich target - ybt lyrics

[intro]
hot, y’all know what the f*ck goin’ on (yeah)
y’all know i get out my top
i get mad, i flash out
i go crazy as a motherf*cker (gang)
yeah, and i’m off a ten right now (y’all know what the f*ck goin’ on)
all my jewelry on, no, i ain’t goin’ for nothin’
let’s go

[verse]
we just got a stolen car, b*tch, we finna go put in work (skrrt)
ayy, tell lil’ bro to park the car, we hoppin’ out, i’ll get ’em first
just heard the devil in my ear, he told me put ’em in the dirt (put ’em)
i made a 100k in seventeen, b*tch, i ain’t have to work (facts)
ayy, we ain’t have no ski mask, so we wrapped our face up with a shirt (facts)
ayy, i can say i dropped them racks and really got a n*gga hurt (racks)
ayy, big speaker, i’m the one who started this (go)
uh, better not look my way ’cause i get mad and i might start some sh*t (what?)
ayy, real gangster, i tell my opps they weren’t no part of this (nah)
ayy, walk away and keep your head down, know we gon’ spark (spark)
ayy, walk away and keep your head down, know we gon’ spark this b*tch (boom)
uh, they be like, “how ybeezy don’t drive, but he be parkin’ sh*t?” (skrrt)
ayy, i just did a show last night, i got a backend ‘fore i left that b*tch
i don’t play no games, i get n*ggas hit (boom, boom)
ayy, we in la eatin’ fish at the ritz
yeah, ritz carlton (la)
they say n*ggas want my head, guess i’m a rich target
my brother told me to stay out the way, i’m too important
plus all my opps, they ass be duckin’, you’ll think they play for oregon (ha)
ayy, pull up on they block, boom, boom, boom, i get to scorin’
ayy, glock 23, i get to dumpin’ from the line, i feel like jordan (mj)
ayy, gucci sweatpants, i’m in the stu’, n*gga, this chill drip
ayy, i just brought some racks, back on last night i made a real grill
in other words, i made a f*ckin’ bag (bag)
drop them racks on top your head
you ain’t even gon’ see it comin’ (you gone), all you gon’ see is the flash (yeah)
ayy, red beam, green beam, don’t think this laser tag (nah)
ayy, think this sh*t a game, we chase you down and hit you in your back
ayy, n*gga said some out of line sh*t, he better watch his back
ayy, think that i forgot ’bout what you said, boy, i remember that (shh)
ayy, i’m back doin’ shows, i’m back in the mix now
i’m so six, i might take braggtown and call it sixtown (sixtown)
uh, king in my city, where the f*ck my crown? (let me get that)
youngest n*gga with the biggest bag, i don’t play around (i don’t play around, n*gga)
[outro]
know what the f*ck goin’ on, n*gga
i get out my top on any beat i get on
i step on that b*tch like a rug, n*gga
ain’t n0body f*ckin’ with a n*gga, bang

- ybt lyrics

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