Cannonball lyrics

[Intro: Don Toliver]
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Don Toliver]
Get geeked up off that Wocky, then I blast off (Geek)
Pull up to your house, oh, with my mask off (Mask off)
Shawty, big titties and her ass soft (Oh)
Jump right in that pus*y, I'ma cannonball (Ha)
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm (Oh)
Hmm, hmm (Oh), hmm (Oh)
Nobody make a move, b*tch, I'm finna pop a move (I'm finna make a—)
Walk right there in the club, b*tch, and I still got my tool (Yeah)
Baby Phat and Gucci too, and she rock Jimmy Choo
I'm on a 15 Perky, baby, what we finna do?

[Chorus: Don Toliver]
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm (Ooh)
Hmm, hmm

[Verse 2: Lithe]
I could never love you, babe, don't make a fuss
And the hotel lobby, damn, I pack it up
Step, step
765, I'm whipping it, hmm
Rollie on my wrist is president-dent
Freak, freak, I only want the neck, neck, neck, neck
Money feeling different from thе mud
I been rolling dice, I'm in the cut
1942, she drinking up
Back all in thе G Wagon tryna
[Chorus: Don Toliver]
Hmm, hmm (Yeah), hmm, hmm (Oh)
Hmm, hmm, hmm

[Outro: Lithe & Don Toliver]
Ooh
Mm, baby
Ooh
Mm, better take you back with me, mm-mm (Let's go)
Ooh
Mm, better take you—
Ooh
Mm, better take you back with me, mm-mm