No Target lyrics

[Intro]
Ya, ya
21, 21, 21
Ya, ya, ya, ya

[Hook]
I got dope fiends and task force knockin'
When you get more money then you get more problems
If this rap don't work then I'ma start back robbin'
It's a couple n*ggas up but the streets still starvin'
How the f*ck is you a shooter, you ain't hit no target
b*tch I'm 21 Savage and I do not argue
n*ggas always in they feelin's cause they soft like Charmin
But I'm screamin' f*ck feelin's n*gga where's my condom

[Verse 1]
Ain't no incidental
Sticks inside the rental
Slide the door back
Shoot you out this rental
I don't need a shooter
Savage, he'll shoot ya
Smokin' on a Cuban
But I still eat noodles
VVS's, wow-wow
b*tch 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 screamin' that
I do magic tricks, turn 1 to 2 cat in the hat
You with that sneaky sh*t, you might get one put in your hat
[Hook]
I got dope fiends and task force knockin'
When you get more money then you get more problems
If this rap don't work then I'ma start back robbin'
It's a couple n*ggas up but the streets still starvin'
How the f*ck is you a shooter, you ain't hit no target
b*tch I'm 21 Savage and I do not argue
n*ggas always in they feelin's cause they soft like Charmin
But I'm screamin' f*ck feelin's n*gga where's my condom

[Break]
21, 21, 21, 21
21, 21, 21, 21
21, 21, 21, 21
21, 21, 21, 21

[Verse 2]
I had to let that motherf*cker breathe
When I'm up this motherf*cker leave
If I'm up this motherf*cker I squeeze
If she at my spot she on her knees
b*tch I like to count a lot of cheese
And b*tch 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
[Hook]
I got dope fiends and task force knockin'
When you get more money then you get more problems
If this rap don't work then I'ma start back robbin'
It's a couple n*ggas up but the streets still starvin'
How the f*ck is you a shooter, you ain't hit no target
b*tch I'm 21 Savage and I do not argue
n*ggas always in they feelin's cause they soft like Charmin
But I'm screamin' f*ck feelin's n*gga where's my condom