Cassidy - Pop That Cannon lyrics

Aooow! banger, let's go
(Swizz, man) Styles P
(Oh, y'all ain't know) Cassidy
Full Surface, listen it's a rap for y'all
Whooo!
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
Aoow!

Look, homes behave
Or get cut wit ya own blade
The chrome raise, put ya guts on ya own leg
Nigga I'm sicker then full-blown AIDS
And my block got more rocks
Then the Stone Age
You been afraid, you sweet like homemade
Lemonade, if it's beef
Then the chrome blaze
You could make the newspaper, get ya own page
And make the news too
You know how my dudes do
We wear masks so you can't tell, who's who
And for the cash
We'll blast at you dudes too
Wit the lead pipe, so get ya head right
I'm in the Benz, rims, spin at the red light
I'm comin for cash, gun in the dash
And I'm on 21 and a half's
(for real cannon)
I got my gat, I ain't walkin without it
And I cock and clap, you
Just talkin about it, nigga

POP that cannon, POP that cannon
POP that cannon, POP that cannon
(It's whatever motherfuckas
I ain't scared)
(It's whatever motherfuckas
I ain't scared)
So a - POP that cannon, POP that cannon
POP that cannon, POP that cannon
(It's whatever motherfuckas
I ain't scared)
(It's whatever motherfuckas
I ain't scared)

Niggas is fly now
And everybody livin a lie now
But shit feel different wit a
Gun in ya eyebrow
No fuckin wit the Holiday Styles kid
Blow wit a ton of guns
And he got a hell of an outbid
Like Cosby in the hood
I knock the jelatin out shit
Organs on the floor of the van
Cause you gotta show
These faggot motherfuckas
That you more of a man
Y'all wanna fly like Mike motherfuckas
So they won't find you
Or your Jordans again
Take a boss to be ordered the men
Give them a call
If you don't have my money, in 24 hours
Then the cocksucka won't see
His daughter again
It's like the movie that you seen
I'm the star of the screen
I got a roll for you to play stand here
And take six to the face
I dug a hole for you today
Holiday Styles, killin 20 soldiers in a day
What


Ayo I use to pitch nicks, now I spit rhymes
I'mma get mine, legit, or the quick grind
Shit my whole clique commit crimes
Did time, been on the strip and grip nines
But I swear to you motherfuckas
I got my gun right here
I ain't scared of you motherfuckas
I'm a hustler, plus a check cutter
I stretch butter, in??? X
Now that's gutter i came for war
You know what them thangs is for
Slug make ya blood stain the floor
It ain't a game no more
Niggas gon' respect me
I grip gats, that kick back like Jet Li
So don't test me, or the boy SP
Cause I ain't tryna get no fuckin blood
On my fresh tee
You don't impress me, STOP that cannon
Cause you could get ROCKED
When I POP that cannon