Cannon lyrics

by

Tyler, The Creator


[Intro]
It's really a f*cking shame how these n*ggas think they better than me
I mean, I'm not signed to anything but, I'm just saying like
You wanna battle? I'mma just go punch lines, maybe you think twice

[Verse 1]
Oh, if you got beef, you know where he at
With the heavy arms, body parts I detatch
Hungry like a pitbull the way that I react
Eat ya for dinner I skin 'em, yeah that's a pre-fact
Now give me time to reach into the briefcase
Got so much money, it's like an open freeway
Switch lanes flip me off, model b*tches get me off
I'mma target, which one of you b*tch n*ggas gon' hit me dog
I pull out she make me soft, wipe you down with a cloth
And it better be Taylor b*tch
Cause I'm McCain to all you Sarah Palins b*tch
In the yacht when it's hot see me sailin rich
Go back, switching lanes
DB9, they do bad, he be fine, she be mine, and she'd be mom
Flippin quarters while I'm stepping on these dimes
Jewelery, the sun shines, so they be blind, put your glasses on
Titties on the glass, girl put your asses on
Born and raised without a pops n*gga put the bast*rd on
Yeah I'm starving like I'm f*cking fasting homes
Better put your hands up, skerr, I crash the song
And I must be hotter
And if they say shoot me, best believe I shot 'em
Got 'em, mothaf*cka I pop 'em like a pill
And I will pop 'em like a f*cking wheel, I'm ill
[Hook]
You can make your music cause I'm gonna make mine anyway
If you really wanna talk, you could get it anyday
If you really wanna talk, you could get it anyday
I'mma stack my chips and I'mma make my paper anyway
You could get it anyday, you could get it anyway
I'mma just hit you with the cannon, cannon
I'mma just hit you with the cannon, cannon
I'mma f*cking throw a f*ckin' tantrum, tantrum

[Verse 2]
Yeah, you n*ggas dont want beef
Cause I'm Hodgy Beats coming from them Dena streets
If a n*gga want heat, he gone really get it
If this b*tch think she getting money, she can really quit it
I'm with it, I'm just kidding, I'm not f*cking with it
Cause she probley got diseases in the clitoris
Tickets, I'mma get it, by the cops better not
But it's nice when I tie them on the spot
I'm just chilling, I'm just thrilling, I'm just grilling, mothaf*ckas
On your face it look like you been grilling mothaf*cka
Cause you blacker than a mothaf*cka, better back up
Or I'mma get strapped like a mothaf*cka, you get clapped like a mothaf*cka
Mothaf*cka, you think I'm fuking joking?
But I choke your ass out, mothaf*cka choke him
Choke him like he been lynch
And yeah, I ain't a sh*t, so I walk with a stinch
And a limp, cause I'mma motha-mothaf*ckin' pimp
I dont give a f*ck, my name gon' be on mothaf*ckin' blimps and sh*t
I'm just freestyling straight wiling
n*ggas acting like I lay plans like I'm tiling
Yeah, I do, but I'm mothaf*ckin' wild
And I smoke black and milds, but I'm black and wilding out
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