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[intro: 4k mase + young target]

mase: man, f-ck this sh-t, bruh
young: for real
mase: -cl!cks lighter and inhales-
young: bro p-ss that sh-t over here, f-ck you doin’?
young: -inhales and coughs-
young: alright bruh you ready to cook?
mase: yeah bruh
young: alright bruh, let’s get this sh-t done real quick, alright record

[verse 1: young target]

yuh
ayy
yuh
beep-beep, that’s a foreign
all we do is f-ck, b-tch that’s borin’
sh-t, oh, p-ssed a million in a week, when i’m tourin’
f-ck her straight to sleep, now she snorin’ (god d-mn)
she my little freak, when i’m whorin’ (yeah b-tch)
hit the buzzer-beater when i’m scorin’ (swish)
yeah you said you came here with your friends
call some more up (more up)
yeah i came here in a benz, told em’ pull-up (pull)
yeah i make him drop a level, shot this f-ckin’ floor up (bah-bah)
yeah i’m slam dunkin’ in the bank, run the score up (cash)
love my audi in back, start the car up (vroom-vroom)
need a couple wings, hit the bar up
plus i keep a couple things in the blimp (blimp!)
have a thing for the bling, let it glow (brrr)
got a love for the money, made it grow (grow b-tch)
it’s a way better feeling when it’s owned (it’s yours)
caught the waves, started surfin’, i was gone (i was out)
from my days, it was percys and patrón
in my sp-ce, tryin’ see what i be on (look out my sp-ce)
i’m a kush smoker, weed is my cologne
monster engine in my new f-ckin’ mercedes (vroom)
million dollars to the one who f-ckin’ made me (my mom!)
i’m a product of the mom that f-ckin’ raised me
i don’t look at hoes who tryna f-ckin’ play me (yah)
on the radio, man i got the block jumpin’ (jump-jump-jump-jump)
woop woop, skrt skrt, twelve runnin’ (pew-pew-pew)
bang bang, yeah the ops i be duggin’ (watch out b-tch)
better tell that b-tch, bake, that i’m comin’ (on my way)

[verse 2: 4k mase]

i know you p-ssies talkin’ bout me every day
f-ck a beef, now boy this ain’t no thot and chain
if you gon’ smoke why you ain’t gon’ let it spray
if i’m a joke why ain’t you gon’ come to play
call that b-tch, b-tch, shawty on my waist
now her new boy gone, he won’t come outside
catch me on my block, i don’t ever hide
i bet you wish you made some better decisions yah little b-tch
i ain’t say nothin’, you was playin’ the victim yah little b-tch
it’s yah boy, i don’t fold under pressure
the first milli that i sold, i invested, ayy
came in the mat, dodgin’ the tax, roll with the stack
you flex with your dad, now you’re all mad cuz i exposed yah -ss
came in the club, we only get dubs, you look like a duck, ayy
he a old boy, many washed up
i just pulled up in a mother-f-ckin’, f-ckin’, f-ckin’, f-ckin’ brinks truck

[outro: 4k mase + young target + jayden]

mase: aye bruh i’m lightin’ another one up man
young: alright, sick
mase: -cl!cks lighter and inhales-
young: aye p-ss that sh-t over here
young: do you think we can get jayden in this b-tch?
mase: yeah, aye jayden, get yo -ss over here
jayden: man, let’s get it

- young target lyrics

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