TruupinTarqets (Hadouken remix)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch, yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch, yeah We gon' run you down, these tragic sounds, bitch, I'm from the underground Me and B.J. catch you loafin', we gon' hit you, ain't nothin' to talk about Cash apps I send would put you down, I'd call a hoe on the phone for the gate code Cause she dropped lo's, put shit in his top now his man's, tryna burn the city down I don't f*ck with old niggas you don't see me with Pussy boy, if he ain't in the picture, then he probably flipped Bitch, I got IQ like a Matilda, I know shit before I hear it Bro nem walk up in the room, they tuckin', chains all kinds of shit Spin they block and drown them, watch them niggas suffer like an anthill They know they don't want that smoke no more cause they might get killed FN hit his back for tryna run, lil' bitch, they left him Troopin' through apartments on Instagram Live, now we smoke him Uh, uh, come outside in basic shit, still would take your shorty Uh, uh, boy, we outside takin' shit, better not let me hold it Drac in hand, he outside facin' shit cause he mad bout his brody And, you better run, or you a goner ' cause this shit fully loaded Uh, uh, who said they lookin' for me? Bitch, I be outside I'm in that car with that four nick, I'm tryna slide Heard I can't walk around, on a block no more find out where they hide I see my target, stop the whip, he try to run, shells blitz his spine Bet not run bet not nigga I'm coming