Lithe & Don Toliver 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 p*ssy, I'ma cannonball (Ha)
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm (Oh)
Hmm, hmm (Oh), hmm (Oh)
Nobody make a move, bitch, I'm finna pop a move (I'm finna make a—)
Walk right there in the club, bitch, 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]
Talkin', talkin' down my lovin', bae, don't make a fuss In a hotel lobby, damn, I'll pack it up (Huh, mm, baby, huh, huh)
Step, step, 765, I'm whippin' it, hmm
Rollie on my wrist is president, 'dent
Freak, freak, I only want the neck, neck, neck, neck (Nothin', nothin', nothin')
Ooh, money feelin' different from the mud (Mm, baby)
Yeah, I been rollin' dice, I'm in the cut (Ooh)
1942, shе's drinkin' it (Mm, baby)
Backin' in the G-Wagon, tryna—

[Chorus: Don Toliver]
Hmm, hmm (Yeah), hmm, hmm (Oh)
Hmm, hmm, hmm

[Outro: Lithe & Don Toliver]
Ooh
Mm, baby
Ooh
Mm, bettеr 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