No Target Songtext
von Brodinski

Yeah, yeah, yeah
21, 21, 21
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

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' (yeah)
It's a couple niggas up, but the streets still starvin′
How the fuck is you a shooter? You ain′t hit no target
Bitch, I'm 21 Savage and I do not argue
Niggas always in they feelings ′cause they soft like Charmin
But I'm screamin′, "Fuck feelings, nigga, where's my condom?"

Ain′t no incidental (what?) Sticks inside the rental
Slide the door back, shoot you out this rental (21)
I don't need a shooter (what?), Savage, he'll shoot ya (what?)
Smokin′ on a Cuban (Cuban)
But I still eat noodles (yeah)


VVS′s (wow-wow)
Bitch, I let you (wow-wow)
That Tech'll bless ya (wow, 21, pew-pew-pew, blaow)
I finessed him (how?)
It was easy (how?)
He pulled up to the house (yeah)
I ran off, made him pout (21)

Her booty nice and fat (fat)
I put the team on that (on that)
Put a beam on that
Slaughter Gang, we screamin′ pat (pat)
I do magic tricks, turn one to two cat in the hat (21)
You with that sneaky shit, you might get one put in your hat

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 niggas up, but the streets still starvin'
How the fuck is you a shooter? You ain′t hit no target
Bitch, I′m 21 Savage and I do not argue
Niggas always in they feelings 'cause they soft like Charmin
But I′m screamin', "Fuck feelings, nigga, where′s my condom?" (21)

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Yeah (21...)
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I had to let that motherfucker breathe (breathe)
When I'm up, this motherfucker leave (leave)
If I up, this motherfucker, I squeeze (squeeze)
If she at my spot, she on her knees (knees)
Bitch, I like to count a lot of cheese (cheese)
And bitch, 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 (21...)

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 niggas up, but the streets still starvin'
How the fuck is you a shooter? You ain′t hit no target
Bitch, I'm 21 Savage and I do not argue
Niggas always in they feelings ′cause they soft like Charmin
But I'm screamin', "Fuck feelings, nigga, where′s my condom?"