Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cardiac, artist - Burna BandzDate of issue: 24.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cardiac |
| 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 |