🎵 tude // by heartstopmiami

8 Contributorstude Lyrics [Chorus: heartstopmiami] Woah-oh-oh Put that .40 in his throat Give 'em tude, give 'em more Fuck his gang, give 'em smoke But they ain't runnin' from me, no-o-o I ain't playing, that's for sure Red light, here we go Used to talk shit, now you don't You a pussy (Pussy) [Verse 1: tropes] Say it one more time for the back (Pu-u-u—) Plus he talkin' shit, he gon' get smacked Blue world, suicide Twenty 'til you die I like dogs, you like pain You like singing, I like trains (21) Bodies falling on the pavement You a loser, you pay 30 for a placement [Verse 2: Jane Remover] Playing 2K, lookin' for a DJ You know I don't give a shit about what you say Living like larry, doing 90 on thе freeway Put it on my watch, now I'm sneezing like it's snow day You live a shack and I'm living in a castle You livе in the slow lane, I'm moving fast though I checked out your page, it's a disaster Homie can't mix, he put Limiter on the master [Verse 3: sammy33] Pussy, I just put the spotlight on you, what you tryna do? [?] You a bitch bitch, I ain't gotta worry about you Bitch bitch bitch, you just might [?] Might as well surrender Can't believe [?] It must've been forever Since your shit got likes and plays, that must've been like never [Chorus: heartstopmiami] Woah-oh-oh Put that .40 in his throat Give ‘em tude, give ‘em more Fuck his gang, give ‘em smoke But they ain't runnin' from me, no-o-o I ain't playing, that's for sure Red light, here we go Used to talk shit, now you don't You a pussy (Pussy) [Verse 4: heartstopmiami & Leshawna] Bitch I'm fucking posted with the gang, with the squad Got the sniper to your head, but this ain't even COD Why you staying with us even though you're not Sis, you need to stop You better see God He was shaking, woah I'm not losing this challenge 'cause you got your hair did, you spoiled little daddy's gir-ir-ir-irl [Verse 5: cru, Charli XCX] Bitch— bitch, I'm everything you say you could be Brains on the streetside, I'ma leave them gushy Don't look up on my side, boy, you will get pushback Twenty-one bands on me, that's a fuckin' Blackjack Pull up 3D, put up hoes in the Cadillac (Let's ride) We gon'' find out where you at and shoot ‘em like a maniac Feel like an insomniac, I wish I would've backtracked When we get his body we gon'' put him in a knapsack [Verse 6: astralviii] With the gang, in the streets, I just bought a [?] Chicken spot, yeah you weak, in the whip and cru's in Pull up gang gang, smoke, ha, you a filet Pullin' up with 2 legs, can't see where we shootin' We just pull in, fuck it up and dip, we hit the Kool-Aid Like Leshawna, I'm a fucking ball, yeah Give him fucking ‘tude when he don't pick up the call, yeah Hit ‘em with the fuck nah [Chorus: heartstopmiami] Woah-oh-oh Put that .40 in his throat Give ‘em tude, give 'em more Fuck his gang, give 'em smoke But they ain't runnin' from me, no-o-o I ain't playing, that's for sure Red light, here we go Used to talk shit, now you don't You a pussy (Pussy)