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sb iv short - more cannonballs lyrics

[intro: sb’s non existent father in his mind]
give it to me
i’ve been ready son, i’m here son

[verse 1: sb iv short]
f-ck i been ready !
(uhhhhhh)
f-ck this sh-t
i’m ’bout to dive in
xanax, hydros make my eyes spin
f-ck the d-cks i’ma p-ss on their sirens
i rock kicks glock 9 but the size 10
in 6th grade i was tryna’ make friends with the bullies
(but f-ck friends !)
i’d rather have a benz and a skully
jet black backpack, pens in the hoodie
then stab max, do the moonwalk as i boogie
i’m mike jack son, but i need no brother
we f-ck while the tires burn
give me more rubbers
we didn’t have sh-t, just me and my mother
tryna’ get this cake, yo we need more b-tter
fams in the kitchen, grams in the left sock, rick made a dollar and a dream out of crack pots
picture me and nasdaq tryna’ earn back stocks
i got a better chance f-ckin’hoes in a back drop
sh-t i should’ve been a p-rnstar
my c-ck doing more numbers than a foreign car
and i’m the only f-cking son
that’s a born star
smokin’ dope sippin’ c0ke flavored mochas
spanish chica love c-ck
give me chocha
eyes tighter than a asian love me long time
you know them b-tches wanna stretch when the son come up
them snake hoes wanna put you in a cobra clutch
they know the bank account grows as the flow grow up
i’m still a squirrel in this world but these hoes go nuts
i power puff on the purp
keep my mojo tucked
you b-ttercups, wish a n-gga would test my luck
you rowdy ruff ?
i don’t f-ck with that h0m- stuff
i’m ronny cox in this plot
you a robo cop and we’ll see how far you go when your promo stops
i’m finna push keys of c0ke with a boat on shocks for props

[sb iv short’s villian laughter]

[hook:]
codeine pills ?
b-tch we drop em like a cannonball !
x pills ?
b-tch we drop em like a cannonball !
you don’t wanna get involved with this demerol
the world is yours f-ck the time and it’s -n-log
wish a b-tch n-gga disrespect us
i want the links and the gold sn-tch a n-gga’s necklace
and my blood gettin’ cold cause this sh-t is hectic
drop a n-gga like a f-ckin’ cannonball
forreal

[verse 2: sb iv short]
i want the money on time so this rolex watch is what i want
what i need
try some dope
try some weed
on that note, sh-t i’ll put a f-cking scope to ya’ seed
watermelon how i bust
i don’t mean to be violent
[but f-ck that !]
babymomma need more diamonds, skatin’ on ya’ face for this cake forever grindin’
b-tch i’m f-ckin’ straighter than a steve harvey linen
if straighter was a word i would turn it to a curve
cause these n-ggas miss my point
when i try to give them verbs
i’m a rider, a provider, but ain’t never been a nerd
but this sh-t can get pharrell when you push him to the curb
i want the old school caddy with the elbows
pokin’ out the side let me ride with the sh-lltoes
but a n-gga gotta stay strapped like some velcro
nastier than gonorrhea b-tches with some male toes
n-gga i’m a monster
smokin’ playin’ contra
king neptune went and joined the f-ckin’ mobsters
scuba divin’ who be ridin’ with the stupid gangja
doobie sittin’ in the ear
i got a ruthless conscious
smoke another cigarette to me my lungs is timeless
lost my f-ckin’ senses now i’m walkin’ ’round mindless
call my n-gga casey, he can show me where the 9 is
b-tch shut the f-ck up
i think the cops behind us

[bang ! bang !.. bang bang !]

[sb iv short villain laughter]

kreep gang !

- sb iv short lyrics

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