21 Savage – No Target Lyrics

Ya, ya
21, 21, 21
Ya, ya, ya, ya

I got dope fiends and task force knocking
When you get more money then you get more problems
If this rap don’t work then I’ma start back robbing
It’s a couple ni**as up but the streets still starving
How the f**k is you a shooter, you ain’t hit no target
B**ch I’m 21 Savage and I do not argue
Ni**as always in they feelin’s cause they soft like Charmin
But I’m screaming f**k feelin’s ni**a where’s my condom

(Verse 1)
Ain’t no incidental
Sticks out the rental
Slide the door back
Shoot you out this rental
I don’t need a shooter
Savage, he’ll shoot ya
Smoking on a Cuban
But I stay
VVS’s, blow-wow
B**ch I let you wow-wow
That Tec’ll bless ya, wow
21, pew-pew-pew, blaow
I finesse’d him, how?
It was easy, how?
He pulled up to the house
I ran off, made him pout, 21
Her booty nice and fat
I put the team on that
Put a beam on that
Slaughter Gang, we screaming that
I do magic tricks, turn 1 to 2 cat in the hat
You with that sneaky s**t, you might get one put in your hat

(Repeat Chorus)

21, 21, 21, 21
21, 21, 21, 21
21, 21, 21, 21
21, 21, 21, 21

(Verse 2)
I had to let that motherf**ker breathe
When I’m up this motherf**ker leave
If I’m up this motherf**ker I squeeze
If she at my spot she on her knees
Bi**h I like to count a lot of cheese
And bi**h I like to smoke a lot of weed
I had a perc for this
So don’t play with this
You might get sprayed bout this, 21

(Repeat Chorus)