Cardiac

Lyrics

[Intro] Duan White [Hook: 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 [Verse 1: Houdini] 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 [Hook: 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 [Verse 2: 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 [Hook: 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