Cardiac Lyrics

Yeah, hold on

I'm bout to just flow on this shit

Yeah, on some fun shit

Yeah, heartagram, he be everywhere like where the party at

Baby, I can hit you in your heart like it was cardiac

Damn, I went like that? Hold on, hold on, hold on

My niggas brought the ladders out like where the hardys at

Told her that I love her just to fuck cause I ain't really mean it

If you slide, know you never see me cause the windows tinted

If I stutter while I make a song, chill, it's been a minute

I been fucking different type of hoes, I'm hitting different women

Lying bout your life just to fuck, you are that guy

Jaguars, Hellcats, baby, I'm a cat guy

Yeah, the wallet got a lot of rolls like a fat guy

Baby did me bad, I bought her house, now I'm the bad guy

Baby tryna fuck with heartagram, I made her sign a deal

Baby, yes, I'm tryna move my mama in the fucking hills

I been putting money to my clothes, you spend it on pills

I'm purple but you sipping green, it's a different seal

Gotta emo hoes, she doing magic like she Raven

Superman to the hoes, nigga cause you keep saving

Heartagram number one, yeah, I make them keep hating

Make a bag, drop a bag just to get my teeth straighted

Yeah, rapping in the room, niggas think I'm in a stu

I bought this shit a year ago, I pop out with it, think it's new

If that shit ain't come from me, baby, then it's not true

She keep on talking bout her soulmate, but it's not you

I'm a hot nigga, tell her, baby, check my Fahrenheit

I'm in a poly with two hoes, but I am not sharing rights

She tryna talk to the manager, yeah, she the Karen type

Yeah, she tryna have my kid, but I'm not the parent type

Yeah, hit her from the back and I do damage, now it's scoliosis

Yes, I'm in her ocean, I'ma split it like my nigga Moses

I be on that pussy every night, but I am not the roses

Niggas actin' hard on the gram, but I leave em' frozen

Nigga, you a bronze type of nigga, but I'm really golden

My son low-key keep a hammer, but I am not Old

It can be a 20 V 1, and I'm never foldin'

Bitch, I got a yachty in the ocean, takin' that to Poland

Car 250, my bars 250

Fuck a different hoe, and after that I'm in a new city

Baby, I be stackin' Jacksons, these niggas thought I knew 50

Niggas tryna hang with me, better bring a noose with me

Yeah, this rap shit, it was a hobby, I'm makin' money out it

Told her, do not stop, just to talk, keep the money countin'

I'ma buy a mansion in the hills, call it the money mountain

Baby, I got rich like Willy Wonka, need chocolate fountain

Put you on the floor, hella baby, do a two-step

I'ma cop the pants and the shirt, get the shoes next

I'ma take a flight to Japan, then a cruise next

Yo, we only aimin' at the head, get y'all crewnecks