Lyrics Pop That Cannon - Cassidy, Styles P

Pop That Cannon

Full Surface, listen it’s a rap for y’all, whooo!\nWhoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo\nWhoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, aoow!\nLook, homes behave, or get cut wit ya own blade\nThe chrome raise, put ya guts on ya own leg\nNigga I’m sicker then full-blown AIDS\nAnd my block got more rocks, then the Stone Age\nYou been afraid, you sweet like homemade\nLemonade, if it’s beef, then the chrome blaze\nYou could make the newspaper, with your own page\nAnd make the news too, you know how my dudes do\nWe wear masks so you can’t tell, who’s who\nAnd for the cash, we’ll blast at you dudes too\nWit the lead pipe, so get ya head right\nI’m in the Benz, rims, spin at the red light\nI’m comin for cash, gun in the dash\nAnd I’m on 21 and a half’s (for real cannon)\nI got my gat, I ain’t walkin without it\nAnd I cock and clap, you just talkin about it, nigga\nPOP that cannon, POP that cannon\nPOP that cannon, POP that cannon\n(It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain’t scared)\n(It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain’t scared)\nSo a — POP that cannon, POP that cannon\nPOP that cannon, POP that cannon\n(It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain’t scared)\n(It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain’t scared)\nNiggaz is fly now, and everybody livin a lie now\nBut shit feel different wit a gun in ya eyebrow\nNo fuckin wit the Holiday Styles kid\nBlow wit a ton of guns, and he got a hell of an outbid\nLike Cosby in the hood, I knock the jelatin out shit\nOrgans on the floor of the van\nCause you gotta show these faggot motherfuckas, that you more of a man\nY’all wanna fly like Mike… motherfuckas\nSo they won’t find you, or your Jordans again\nTake a boss to be ordered the men, give them a call\nIf you don’t have my money, in 24 hours\nThen the cocksucka won’t see his daughter again\nIt’s like the movie that you seen, I’m the star of the screen\nI got a roll for you to play… stand here\nAnd take six to the face, I dug a hole for you today\nHoliday Styles, killin 20 soldiers in a day, what\nAyo I use to pitch nicks, now I spit rhymes\nI’ma get mine, legit, or the quick grind\nShit my whole clique commit crimes\nDid time, been on the strip and grip nines\nBut I swear to you motherfuckas\nI got my gun right here, I ain’t scared of you motherfuckas\nI’m a hustler, plus a check cutter\nI stretch butter, and got EX, now that’s gutter\nI came for war, you know what them thangs is for\nSlug make ya blood stain the floor\nIt ain’t a game no more, niggaz gon' respect me\nI grip gats, that kick back like Jet Li\nSo don’t test me, or the boy S. P\nCause I ain’t tryna get no fuckin blood, on my fresh tee\nYou don’t impress me, STOP that cannon\nCause you could get ROCKED, when I POP that cannon