letra de cardic (cardiac) - lil uzi vert
[intro]
skrrt
yeah
they got this sh-t
i ain’t crashin’ this motherf-cker
and i’ma ride around with this two hunnid on me
[verse]
bank account got money glitch
think somebody swipin’ my sh-t
lil’ n-gga, yeah, i am rich (lil’ n-gga), but i am not roddy ricch
how’d you got haters so sick? bless you, made your b-tch my b-tch (haha)
no, this song is not no diss, needed some that rhyme with rich
it’s not one b-tch over me, even if act like they is
i f-ck b-tches overseas, i don’t even know my kids
make this b-tch suck my d-ck one more time ’cause i forgot her head (suck it up)
telescope, tripod, three legs, make that b-tch ride my sh-t like peg
loadin’ up, fah-fah-fah, lock that onе more time, they look likе peg
we [?] like picnic table ti it on head
i’m off drugs, but on my meds
po the same thing as feds
this b-tch tryna drink me upside down like she doin’ handstand kicks
f-ck with uzi vert then you is dead
rockefeller like procat
scotty 2 hotty got issey miyake all on my legs
it’s too much all in my head
only for cash, get out my bad (yeah)
i had to sit out the game for a while and they still can’t pass me
old-old b-tch with me and she bad as f-ck, look young, i call her vashy
she on my body, just one of this molly, she call me daddy
smokin’ that zaza, had to take a way out, just p-ss exotic
this b-tch a freak, she said, “uzi, can you just p-ss on my body?”
i am not into that but i closed my eyes and started smilin’
and in that moment i knew deep down inside i’m really childish
n-ggas gabino, i shoot my shoot, that’s a free throw
i’m walkin’ ’round with my pockets, they extra stuffed, ain’t no c-notes
i ain’t stopped rockin’ these asics until they mixed up with kiko
purple lamb’ like i’m viva, look bam, i bank on don vito
extra x, i’m a geeker
treat a diva like a eater
both of these b-tches claim the same gang, which one you want neither?
i get dress like [?], b-tch i’m fresh, no chichina
money funny like martin lawrence mix pam up with gina
all these b-tches be eaters, jump from branch to branch, lima
i ain’t never love no girl unless her name was sabrina
put that sh-t on my momma, pop that bean with that illama
must be sterile ’cause i can’t have no kids, i don’t wear a condom
i’m too thorough, put 1600, ain’t no one talk behind my back
trackhawk fast, it keep coughin’ exhaust, this b-tch havin’ cardiac
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