Target Practice

By OTM

On Off the Mussle

Released on January 27, 2022

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[Intro: Blue Pesos]

Uh, long live Drakeo, nigga

Long live Ketchy

Niggas know what's goin’ on

(Ron-Ron, load it up, Ron-Ron, load it up)


[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]

All that tough talkin', nigga, come be target practice

These .223s takin' souls and they doin’ damage

Stinc Team, we them niggas with exotic fashion

Sue Yung bitchin' in my ear, I just flu flammed her (Ron-Ron, do that shit)

Gang and them just stripped that nigga pieces, grab his phone after

Monkey nuts jumpin' out the chop goin' chimpanzee

Gave him SpongeBob holes, I know he miss Sandy

Hit an opp with donut holes, he just yelled, "Randy"

[Chorus: Blue Pesos & Duffy]

They ain't on nothin', cock back and blow somethin'

Hundiddies all on the floor, I'm a stove cracker

I think you owе somethin’, strip, he’s a pole dancеr

He only said one word and I just start blastin'

They ain’t on nothin', cock back and blow somethin'

Hundiddies all on the floor, I'm a stove cracker

I think you owe somethin’, strip, he's a pole dancer

He only said one word and I just start blastin'

Shit, nigga

They ain't on nothin', cock back and blow somethin', bitch

Nigga (Nigga)

Hundiddies all on the floor, I'm a stove cracker (Huh)

Nigga (Yeah)

I think you owe somethin', strip, he's a pole dancer

Haha, you know the truth

He only said one word and I just start blastin' (Long live Drakeo)


[Verse 2: Duffy]

Had to flee the scene, it was kinda graphic

It's our first mixtape but we been established

Give him thirty-two shots, I'm finna show him magic

Off the Mussle, nigga, this a guaranteed classic

If we poppin' out, you know I'm bringin' stick of course

Ballin' out on niggas, I ain't out here tryna play no sports

Kick her out the crib, tell a bitch not to fight the force

Strip a tall nigga, pockets loose, he came up short

Niggas nerds and dorks, count these automatic bullets

Hit him in his head, turned his dreadlocks into a mullet

I think you owe somethin', strip for me, give it up

Got home and hit the field again, that was not enough

Make a nigga double dutch, hop, skip, run, and jump

Trippin', fallin', pullin' up his jeans, he was out of luck

Too greedy, bitch, this for life, this is not for fun

Niggas took my dog, now all these niggas be hard to trust

[Chorus: Blue Pesos & Duffy]

They ain't on nothin', cock back and blow somethin'

Hundiddies all on the floor, I'm a stove cracker

I think you owe somethin', strip, he's a pole dancer

He only said one word and I just start blastin'

They ain't on nothin', cock back and blow somethin'

Hundiddies all on the floor, I'm a stove cracker

I think you owe somethin', strip, he's a pole dancer

He only said one word and I just start blastin'

Shit, nigga

They ain't on nothin', cock back and blow somethin', bitch

Nigga

Hundiddies all on the floor, I'm a stove cracker

Nigga

I think you owe somethin', strip, he's a pole dancer

He only said one word and I just start blastin'