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Cannon
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Cannon was released on November 10, 2021 by Alamo as a part of the album Realer Than Real
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Release DateNovember 10, 2021
LabelAlamo
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YS
YS
Performer
Helluva
Helluva
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Lawson
Justin Lawson
Composer
Martin McCurtis
Martin McCurtis
Composer
Roger Troutman
Roger Troutman
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Helluva
Helluva
Producer
Mark Heizenburr Walton
Mark Heizenburr Walton
Recording Engineer
Quentin Dennard
Quentin Dennard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Helluva made this beat, baby
[Verse 2]
Aye fresh white tee, red rag, and a P hat
Campanella gang we on the map, you know where we at
Sliding down the ave, hit bro like "Where the weed at?"
The chain keep rolling and they might get some feedback
Goon squad, body for body, you know we need that
YS stepping, he extra, **** I mean that
The W, we the winning team and we ain't heard of you
My little bro just wanna take a pic, he will murder you
Swerve on you, my big homie be trappin', put a burn on you
Bitch I'm steady stackin', with that ratchet, I done hurt a few
Expert in the field, when he slide, he don't leave a clue
How this **** banging Piru but giving **** blue?
Who would have ever knew this **** started from the bottom?
We was making **** fall, then we leave like autumn
Put the scope on the chop
If he run bitch I got him
Tupac, who shot him?
Big boss, top shotta
Gang, gang
[Verse 3]
I don't fuck with **** if you ain't know
All my **** shooters, I don't put 'em on a payroll
Slide, glide, ride 'til the day go
I'ma sag it out, can't fold 'til my days go
Real **** in this bitch, they can't sit with us
Westside, to the east, I'ma give it up
[Verse 4]
He tough, we up, leave a **** stuck
We ride, they hide, boy you outta luck
Big bands don't fall, I can't get enough
They turnt, we turnt, I don't give a fuck
Wrist cold, he touched, then that **** fucked
Big chop gang, (Hah) when I let it bust
Type of money make you worried, don't know who to trust
So up them sticks and them glocks, and I'm ski-masked up
We was down for a minute, shit but we back up
Won't back down, Mac rounds, make em' feel where I'm from
Pure pressure, heavy metal, **** know how I come
I'm a trophy in my section **** know I'm the one
Catch a op, make 'em drop, do yo' shit, get it done
Oh I heard they play stupid, they don't know we go dumb
Keep a cannon like I'm Nick, with them sticks and them drums
He don't run then he dumb, put a hole in his lung
[Verse 5]
I don't fuck with **** if you ain't know
All my **** shooters, I don't put 'em on a payroll
Slide, glide, ride 'til the day go
I'ma sag it out, can't fold 'til my days go
Real **** in this bitch, they can't sit with us
Westside, to the east, I'ma give it up
Written by: Justin Lawson, Martin McCurtis, Roger Troutman
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