Cardiac - Burna Bandz, Houdini

I’ma have him a cardiac, I be like where the money at

You be like where the party at, tell me where all the junkies at

See these niggas is scared, can’t depend on a share

Do the dash I’ma steer, if I crash you won’t care

I might end up in Paris, we don’t shoot in the air

Leave your auntie in tears, he be switching like gears

Can’t be talking 'round niggas ears, up in Sachs I ain’t going to Sears

Got bros they doing years, got dope it’s crystal clear

Leave a bitch with a heart attack, fuck the bitch you can have that

Losing money in blackjack, quarter brick in my backpack

All I know is trap trap, all he doing is rap rap

30 clip in the back yeah, you a' get clapped at

Trip to trip for nip to nip, living on knapsacks

Glock on my hip I’ll make him dip, let him run fast yeah

I’m in my zone huh, I got my phone dumb

Hole in him donuts, roll up a cone blunt

Now they wanna surf with us, are you gonna ride or what

Ain’t no wheels I don’t ride the bus, do it neat tryna dodge the cuffs

Take a pic throwing up my set, pour an ounce and I might forget

Don’t forget that I’m from the projects, when I’m stepping outside I’m fresh

I’ma have him a cardiac, I be like where the money at

You be like where the party at, tell me where all the junkies at

See these niggas is scared, can’t depend on a share

Do the dash I’ma steer, if I crash you won’t care

I might end up in Paris, we don’t shoot in the air

Leave your auntie in tears, he be switching like gears

Can’t be talking 'round niggas ears, up in Sachs I ain’t going to Sears

Got bros they doing years, got dope it’s crystal clear

I’m tryna stack it and stash it, these niggas fronting and they flashing

See it all in my fashion, a young nigga been trapping

Blow a bag up in Gucci, nigga no cappin'

See him and we clappin, tell em' free K Savage

That broad day action, man my niggas so savage

Guns loaded in traffic, man shit get real tragic

30 bands hard plastic, stack it up and count it

She a little bad bitch but I heard she fuckin' with the other side

But I’m in the field she know she ain’t seen me without my nine

Bitch I’m on the grind, I ain’t really got time

Go ahead call your slime, bitch I got my Wassas

First nigga diss the set lil nigga it’s gon' cost ya

Hot shit up in that Glock uh, aim it up at his top uh

Wig shots Minnesota, don’t nobody know none

Run up and he done, beams on if you run

I’ma give him a cardiac when he see me ride with my gun

I’ma have him a cardiac, I be like where the money at

You be like where the party at, tell me where all the junkies at

See these niggas is scared, can’t depend on a share

Do the dash I’ma steer, if I crash you won’t care

I might end up in Paris, we don’t shoot in the air

Leave your auntie in tears, he be switching like gears

Can’t be talking 'round niggas ears, up in Sachs I ain’t going to Sears

Got bros they doing years, got dope it’s crystal clear