Cassidy Feat. Styles P

Cassidy Feat. Styles P - Pop That Cannon lyrics

rate me

Banger, let's go, man, Styles P, Cassidy

Full Surface, listen it's a rap for y'all

Look holmes, behave or get cut with 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 than 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

With 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 motherfuckers, I ain't scared

It's whatever motherfuckers, I ain't scared

So a, pop that cannon, pop that cannon

Pop that cannon, pop that cannon

It's whatever motherfuckers, I ain't scared

It's whatever motherfuckers, I ain't scared

Niggaz is fly no and everybody livin' a lie now

But shit feel different with a gun in ya eyebrow

No fuckin' with the Holiday Styles kid

Blow with a ton of guns and he got a hell of a outbid

Like Cosby in the hood, I knock the gelatin out shit

Organs on the floor of the van 'cause you gotta show

These fagot motherfuckers that you more of a man

Y'all wanna fly like Mike, motherfuckers

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 cocksucker 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

Pop that cannon, pop that cannon

Pop that cannon, pop that cannon

It's whatever motherfuckers, I ain't scared

It's whatever motherfuckers, I ain't scared

So a, pop that cannon, pop that cannon

Pop that cannon, pop that cannon

It's whatever motherfuckers, I ain't scared

It's whatever motherfuckers, I ain't scared

Aiyyo, I use to pitch nicks, now I spit rhymes

I'ma 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 motherfuckers

I got my gun right here, I ain't scared of you motherfuckers

I'm a hustler, plus a check cutter

I stretch butter in got 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, niggaz gon' respect me

I grip gats that kick back like Jet Li

So don't test me or the boy S.P

'Cause I ain't tryin' to 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

Pop that cannon, pop that cannon

Pop that cannon, pop that cannon

It's whatever motherfuckers, I ain't scared

It's whatever motherfuckers, I ain't scared

So a, pop that cannon, pop that cannon

Pop that cannon, pop that cannon

It's whatever motherfuckers, I ain't scared

It's whatever motherfuckers, I ain't scared

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