Текст Burna Bandz – Cardiac

Intro:
Duan White

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

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

Burna Bandz:
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

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