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Cardiac
789
Hip-Hop/Rap
Cardiac was released on January 25, 2019 by Bandz Can't Fold as a part of the album Compact Burna
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Release DateJanuary 25, 2019
LabelBandz Can't Fold
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Burna Bandz
Burna Bandz
Rap
Houdini
Houdini
Rap
Traequan Mahoney
Traequan Mahoney
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Traequan Mahoney
Traequan Mahoney
Songwriter
Charles Eric Driggers
Charles Eric Driggers
Songwriter
dimarjio Jenkins
dimarjio Jenkins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Traequan Mahoney
Traequan Mahoney
Producer
Charles Eric Driggers
Charles Eric Driggers
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'ma have him a cardiac
I be like, where the money at?
He be like, where the party at?
Tell me, where all the junkies at?
See, these ****, they 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 tears
He be switchin' like gears
Can't be talkin' round **** ears
Up in Sachs, I ain't goin' to Sears
Got bros, they doin' years
Got dope, it crystal clear
[Verse 2]
Leave a bitch with a heart attack
Fuck the bitch, you can have that
Losin' money in blackjack
Quarter brick in my backpack
All I know is trap, trap
All he doin' is rap, rap
Thirty clip in the back, yeah
You will get clapped at
Trip to trip for nip, for nip
Livin' on knapsacks
Glock on my hip, I'll make 'em dip
Let him run fast, yeah
I'm in my zone, huh
I got my phone dumb
Hole in him, donut
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 throwin' up my set
Pour a ounce and I might forget
Don't forget that I'm from the projects
When I'm steppin' outside, I'm fresh
[Verse 3]
I'ma have him a cardiac
I be like, where the money at?
He be like, where the party at?
Tell me, where all the junkies at?
See, these ****, they 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 tears
He be switchin' like gears
Can't be talkin' round **** ears
Up in Sachs, I ain't goin' to Sears
Got bros, they doin' years
Got dope, it crystal clear
[Verse 4]
I'm tryna stack it and stash it
These **** frontin' and they flashin'
See it all in my fashion
A young **** been trappin'
Blow bag up in Gucci
**** no cappin'
See him and we clappin'
Tell 'em, free K Savage
That broad day action
Man, my ****, they so savage
Guns loaded in traffic
Man, shit get real tragic
Thirty bands, hard plastic
Stack it up and count it
She a lil' 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 .9
Bitch, I'm on the grind
I ain't really got time
Go ahead, call your smile
Bitch I got my Wassas
First **** dis the set, lil' ****, it's gon' cost you
Hit shit up in that Glocka
Aim it up at his top, uh
Wig shots, Minnesota
Don't nobody know, no
Run up and he done
Beams on if you run
I'ma have him a cardiac
When he see me ride with my gun
[Verse 5]
I'ma have him a cardiac
I be like, where the money at?
He be like, where the party at?
Tell me, where all the junkies at?
See, these ****, they 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 tears
He be switchin' like gears
Can't be talkin' round **** ears
Up in Sachs, I ain't goin' to Sears
Got bros, they doin' years
Got dope, it crystal clear
Written by: Charles Eric Driggers, Traequan Mahoney, dimarjio Jenkins
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