Wifisfuneral - Cardiac Arrest Lyrics

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
(Damn Nvbeel)
Ayy, how you hang with
I said how you hang with, uh, uh
I'm like how you hang with
Ayy, yeah, ayy

How you hang with killers but you pussy, they ain't movin' right
Like trick shit, ride out a bitch, I'm movin' pimpin', dolomite
Babygirl mad at me, see I'm sippin' on that dirty Sprite
While I pray down on my knees, I'm hopin' to God that he could move me right
Hold up like cardiac arrest, I damn near caught that off a Perc 10
I just popped a Xanax so I might be in the worse sense
Damn near must be blind, she said I fucked up, thought I was her friend
Devil want my soul but he won't catch me 'cause I work this shit
Okay, I'm lost in the drank, probably where you found me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I might fall off, I might faint, I just took off for the time bein' (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And that Glock for V, I'm so off of it (ayy, okay)
May make off of it, I'm so off of it, I'm so off of it (okay, mm-hmm)
May make off of it, I'm so off of it, I'm so off of it (mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm)
May make off of it, I'm so off of it (mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm)
May make off of it, I'm so off of it (mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, yeah)