HEART ATTACK (sped up)

[Intro]
Of course, Angel Cafe is one–

[Chorus: 2HALOSANI]
Play wit' me at your [?]
I just made me a whole new band
Money I spent, spent, spent, spent, spent, spent, spent
I can't spend it fast enough
Ain't no returns, boy, fuck a receipt
I spent me a rack, I got it back
He tryna start 'til he see the cafe
All them fours, we gave him a heart attack

[Verse 1: 2HALOSANI]
Tackle it down wherever you 'tached
You know I'm gon' hit that with force now
All of these keys, I keep it for fashion
Yeah, this whip is a push-to-start
Me and his bitch gonna break his heart
Yeah, I hit on that road, I go like one-eighty
Yeah, yeah, I hit on that road, I'm weavin' like crazy
Yeah, yeah, you want a feature, you gotta pay me
Yeah, yeah, huh
How you gon' stay on my level?
Hell nah, no, no
We both know you don't clear me
How you gon' stay on my level? You miles from here

[Verse 2: soraxleblanc]
Nigga been talkin' 'bout that shit is sweet, I been seein' way too many [?] in here (Yeah)
Niggas try hop on a dick, but they pussies, [?] out of here
[?]
Cut a few of them, lookin' like [?]
When I pull up to the function, the hoes in the room, they like cry to hear
Power, thinkin' he better, then grow up
Deepthroatin' that dick, she gon' throw up
He fuck on my ex, nigga, so what?
Beats on my words, I just– uh, damn
Beats on my words, I just let up
[?] comment
Now the goofy in the lobby
Tossin' my rifle from [?]
All the diamonds you got on you, all fake
Every nigga you rock with, they all snakes
I don't mind gettin' money the long way
I got a dick, it's gon' fuck 'em, [?]
I walk with fag in my pocket like Rod Wave
[?]
Boy, I ain't playin', today is the wrong day

[Chorus: 2HALOSANI]
Play wit' me at your [?]
I just made me a whole new band
Money I spent, spent, spent, spent, spent, spent, spent
I can't spend it fast enough
Ain't no returns, boy, fuck a receipt
I spent me a rack, I got it back
He tryna start 'til he see the cafe
All them fours, we gave him a heart attack

[Verse 3: 2HALOSANI]
[?]
Talkin' 'bout money, he ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
T-t-they tryna fuck up my bag
They think that I worried 'bout money or somethin'
Why would I fuck with cash?
Said that I'm broke, that nigga was bluffin'
Ain't got money for a [?], don't ask
Want me to rap, it's double or nothin'
[?], can't see shit
Halftime, do a straight with a V6
I'm doin' whatever
I'm [?] the pressure
Ain't getting no hate, no
They don't know no better
Went too fast [?] sititin' in the passenger seat, boy, I know that true
Swerve too fast, boy, I'm [?] traffic, huh, [?] that GT [?]
He mad at the speed run, mad at connections
Mad that your favorite rapper gave me flowers
Rap off retentions, my shit was a free throw
He seekin' to slam on this beat though
Bitch got me tryin' on seaside
Bad rappers, some shit I'ma speak on