Cupcakke - Cinnamon Toast Crunch lyrics

[Intro] I was hungry as hell writing this sh** I don’t even give no f** Let’s go [Hook] Cinnamon toast crunch, cinna cinnamon toast crunch Cinnamon toast crunch, cinna cinnamon toast crunch (Yo! Yo!) I got b**hes wanna box me like I’m cinnamon toast crunch I just pull up and I spray up like I’m cinnamon toast crunch Cinnamon toast crunch, cinna cinnamon toast crunch Cinnamon toast crunch, cinna cinnamon toast crunch I got b**hes wanna box me like I’m cinnamon toast crunch I just pull up and I spray up like I’m cinnamon toast crunch [1st Verse] It ain’t no glitch when your heart stop I’ve been that b**h since the start, Doc Dude wanna trap me, that smart co*k But I made him pull out like a [?] Glock I’m counting real bank in a Rover At the most, gave me cold shoulders But now I’m making b**hes pay for it Like a new fit, like FashionNova You could never do it, watch how I pursue it Money, I’ve been doing, I need life insurance b**h yo money little, so we call you Stewart Been there, done that like a motherf**ing tourist Yeah, the money nice, sending so polite Spent it Sunday night, Monday got it twice Out here living life, bounce through with the rice They say money talk? I see why they shy Sweatsuits in the studio, running through the B-side track I should buy these other hoes real suits ‘Cause I’m everything that they slack b**hes really got it twisted, I’m not talking one litre with a cap I don’t f** with none of these b**hes, not even Siri on Google Maps Refrigerator is full for the hater I’m not ’bout to wait her, broke b**h see you later It’s levels like layers, they offering paper They want me to sign but I’m acting like Draya Ain’t sign to sh**, b**h, bye 10 Mill of that sh** dry Good dick’ll make you squish, ah Then I’m dipping like a french fry [Hook] Cinnamon toast crunch, cinna cinnamon toast crunch Cinnamon toast crunch, cinna cinnamon toast crunch (Yo! Yo!) I got b**hes wanna box me like I’m cinnamon toast crunch I just pull up and I spray up like I’m cinnamon toast crunch Cinnamon toast crunch, cinna cinnamon toast crunch Cinnamon toast crunch, cinna cinnamon toast crunch I got b**hes wanna box me like I’m cinnamon toast crunch I just pull up and I spray up like I’m cinnamon toast crunch [2nd Verse] My n***as got munchies, soon auntie gon’ cook They blowin’ weed like the Big Bad Wolf Tellin’ me stories on everything they took But I don’t repeat sh** but a motherf**ing hook b**hes be irkin’ me, beat her ’til burgundy Went through emergency, now she need surgery Now that you heard of me, you should be worried, G Saying “first of all” will lead to a first degree Show her I’m not to be played with f** who that li’l b**h came with You cross me, I’ma cross you back With the cross on a first-aid kit Get more than a bruise, get put on the news I’m talkin’ to you, so put on a [?] Got nothing to prove, don’t f** up the mood Been makin’ more noise than Lollapalooz’ I’m not just talking ’bout the [?] Money [?], don’t [?] Pay me first like a Uber ride I keep sh** jumpin’ like the Puma sign No one making me pause, b**h! You’re always smelling like dog sh**! Doing numbers like a call list! Closet like a mini mall, b**h! Switch up the flows, when I do it, [?] These b**hes ain’t even got a verse that could touch me [?] ‘Cause when I drag b**hes, I like to be comfty Feelin’ like I got gold comin’ Fake rappers ain’t sold nothin’ Everybody tryna hold somethin’ p**y drippin’ like my nose runnin’ [Hook] Cinnamon toast crunch, cinna cinnamon toast crunch Cinnamon toast crunch, cinna cinnamon toast crunch (Yo! Yo!) I got b**hes wanna box me like I’m cinnamon toast crunch I just pull up and I spray up like I’m cinnamon toast crunch Cinnamon toast crunch, cinna cinnamon toast crunch Cinnamon toast crunch, cinna cinnamon toast crunch I got b**hes wanna box me like I’m cinnamon toast crunch I just pull up and I spray up like I’m cinnamon toast crunch