Minute Maid lyrics

[Intro]
SO EVIL BOYZ
Too easy, played you like a violin and cut your strings
Let's go
Let's go, let's go

[Verse]
In a suicide forest like Logan Paul
"Why you ain’t hit back?", I don’t answer calls
Her pus*y wet like Niagara Falls
I ball in the paint like John Wall
Big blunt, I be passing it left
Cha Cha Slide, hit my dance to right
I’m the last one, there ain’t nobody left
I shine in the cut like a flashlight
NBA 'cause I’m balling out
She feel on my chest, she be loving the drip
Never crack a grin
I love it when she go and do a split on my di*k
Never broke again
I put in my meat, I bе loving her grip
Asked her, "Do you havе a friend?"
I swear I got bored, I be f*cking again and again and again
I got me some bread, again and again
They run for the hills like Armageddon
Grab me a cup and a plate, I'ma sit
I come to her crib, I’m walking right in
Pull up to Saks, I walk right in
Came back from the dead, he walks again
Hit in his head, he can’t walk again
Put me in a box, you can’t lock me in
Walk in his crib like, "What’s happening?"
I make 'em sh*t like a laxative
Catch ya breath, relax a bit
Raised my hand then smacked that b*tch
f*cking her once, might pass that b*tch
Look at his face and bash it in
You stuck out the club but I'ma get in
Falling in love, I smashed that b*tch
They wanna see me in second place
I been through sh*t you can’t relate
Snapback like I’m Lil Wayne
Runtz got me high like a airplane
They treat me like a sensei
She grab my balls like Dende
She feeling sore, she need Bengay
Made 'em dance, do merengue
Make his sh*t flip like a pancake
I’m hearing voices, I’m so insane
Mexican plug and he call me "ese"
I'm smoking on dope, got a headache
Walked out with a headshake
I text that b*tch SMH
Put my palm right to my face
I don’t wanna do no handshake
You a nerd, why you writing essays?
I cook the b*tch like Bobby Flay
Chop 'em up just like steak
She got the fat like Kim K
I’m like let’s shake
Let’s, let’s, let’s shake
Mixing up the drugs
Drop a pill in my lemonade
Grabbing on my cup
This ain’t Jamba Juice or Minute Maid
I be on my vamp sh*t, I ain't comin out in broad day
Make her sing like Broadway
That b*tch giving throat like all day
Let it rip like a Beyblade
Brodie got my back like Allstate
What the f*ck you gon' do when there nobody out now?
Like the Big Bad Wolf, I blow his house down
Old whip but it still got surround sound
They ain’t help me then, why the f*ck you coming 'round now?
Now we balling out and I’m whipping, driving 'round town
With a swanga on my whip like I came from H-Town
Whip be bouncing up then it’s bouncing right back down
If that b*tch ain’t sucking di*k, I told her best get out now