Cinnamon ft. GualaBaby Lyrics

I really don't understand these niggas, like

Rapping shit they ain't never did

Like we really live that shit though, ha ha

(Like what?)

On gang!

Trackhawk, Z06

Bitch we got all different whips

He tried to line me with a hoe

You should've chose a different bitch

Cause we be in the club like 20 deep

We on some different shit

I shot that boy from deep, but got up close

I'm tryna finish him

Finished cars, finished whips

Our block like the dealership

Peanut butter interior, the inside look like cinnamon

Compared to us, they mimicking

Double up like Twinem

After we done set the bar, they can't name one who lit as them (on gang)

Set the bar so high, so who gon tell me I can't act up? (Like they can't tell me nun)

We caught that nigga slipping

(Boom-boom-boom)

We shot his back up (That nigga done)

Ain't know we was spinning through your hood

I'm in a black truck, strap tucked

You don't wanna see me hop out masked up

Don't ask me where the mask is

Posted up like a creep with a hatchet

Don't run, just keep getting active

Already Done, like a beat on this rap shit

Out of luck, life treated me backwards

When it got rougher, see me, I adapted

Know my brudda GB with the tactics

Effortless cutting up, speeding through traffic

Got the baggies, it's elastic

Buss the rackies out the plastic (racks!)

My own expectations, passed it

Shit that I'm plotting on, you couldn't grasp it

Finna ball like I'm making a basket

Tweak 24, I ain't finna pass it (nah)

Niggas say they pull up in a ghost with nothing to show

They turn into casper

And they think I'm a regular rapper

Broke nigga, I got motion

Brokie, they used to call, but the bank got so bigger

Now they scared to approach him

Act like they knew I'm a problem

My bitch dripped out in Louis and Prada

Know how it feel to be at the bottom

It feel better to fuck up some commas

That's a fact nigga

Know the squad been eating good, my pockets built like a fat nigga

If a opp come running down, I'll let em think Ima rap nigga

This Tommy hanging out the window in the front of that scatt nigga (skrt)

Trackhawk, Z06

Bitch we got all different whips

He tried to line me with a hoe

You should've chose a different bitch

Cause we be in the club like 20 deep

We on some different shit

I shot that boy from deep, but got up close

I'm tryna finish him

Finished cars, finished whips

Our block like the dealership (skrt)

Peanut butter interior, the inside look like cinnamon (it look like what?)

Compared to us, they mimicking

Double up like Twinem

After we done set the bar, they can't name one who lit as them (on gang)