Burna Bandz, Houdini - Cardiac lyrics

Duan White

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