Cardiac Killa lyrics

Run up a check
Ice on my neck
Buy a new car
Burn up a check
Got a new whip
Got a new b*tch
She sucking my di*k
Just like a tick
Coppin that sh*t
She lookin thick
Brought her back home
Giving me dome
Im in my zone
Reppin V-Lone
Im on my throne
I send her back home
(Yea, Yea)
I send her home
Takin that Uber
Measure my di*k
Don’t need a ruler
Yea i f*cked her
Guess I schooled her
Learned that sh*t
Don’t need a Tutor
Got all the money
You’s a dummy
Keep sh*t wrapped
Like a mummy
Stack them Bands
Throw them hands
When you see me
In the benz
Just be real
Don’t be fake
Not gonna take you
On a date
Momma said when I was eight
I would grow up and be great
Now I’m almost out my teens
My bro is in the philippines
(Yuh, Yuh)
(yuh,yuh)
BK in this b*tch
Is that ur girl
Or ur sister
Either or ima di*k her
Up and down
Run around
Hear my name
All around
Take ya girl
Yous a clown
(Yea, Yea)
Gunnin u down
When no ones around
Cardiac Killer
I ruined my liver
Zodiac Killa
Bought a new villa
This sh*t is war
Call it guerilla
You my slime
R. L Stine
That sh*t gruesome
Gave me goosebumps
We out here
Auctioneer
What’s the price
Your career
I can’t stop
You’s a flop
b*tch suck my f*ckin top
Aye, Yah
(Perfect)
Drop the top
Lamborghini
You a thot
Always needy
I spit bars
Foreign cars
You a blood
Fist on flood
She Workin at Hooters
Got all my shooters
Two chicks on my di*k
They swallow my kids
Go ahead and place your bids
I’m in the field
You in the bleachas
Smoke that reefer
I’m a creature
Go to church
And I’ll preah ya
You the listener I’m the leader
I murdered this FEETCHA

Run up a check
Ice on my neck
Buy a new car
Burn up a check
Got a new whip
Got a new b*tch
She sucking my di*k
Just like a tick
Coppin that sh*t
She lookin thick
Brought her back home
Giving me dome
Im in my zone
Reppin V-Lone
Im on my throne
I send her back home
(Yea, Yea)
Is that ur girl
Or ur sister
Either or ima di*k her
Up and down
Run around
Hear my name
All around
Take ya girl
Yous a clown
(Yea, Yea)
Gunnin u down
When no ones around
Cardiac Killer
I ruined my liver
Zodiac Killa
Bought a new villa
This sh*t is war
Call it guerilla
You my slime
R. L Stine
That sh*t gruesome
Gave me goosebumps
We out here
Auctioneer
What’s the price
Your career
I can’t stop
You’s a flop
b*tch suck my f*ckin top
Aye, Yah
(Perfect)
Drop the top
Lamborghini
You a thot
Always needy
I spit bars
Foreign cars
You a blood
Fist on flood

She Workin at Hooters
Got all my shooters
Two chicks on my di*k
They swallow my kids
Go ahead and place your bids
I’m in the field
You in the bleachas
Smoke that reefer
I’m a creature
Go to church
And I’ll preah ya
You the listener I’m the leader
I murdered this FEETCHA