BabyBalmainn, BabyBoyThePiper - Minute Maid lyrics

Ha jay go get it, yeah
Aye man Chronic Cloud made the beat
BabyBoy Jay on the beat, huh balmainn on em
Bitch I'm ballin' on em

In the stu that Minute Maid it be my drink
I drop a perc and mix it up now my shit pink
I'm living life don't give a
Fuck bout what they think
And if I move my niggas move yeah we in sync
A hungry niggas it's a E up on my tank
I swear we smoking on exotic this shit stank
I'm on the road, I'm on my way up to the bank
I made the call and we gone
Be there in a blink

You lil slime chick money feign shit
Body bag this wait till that check hit
I'm making moves these niggas hating
Want to see me down
I put in work for all this shit
I got it out the ground i'm in the stu
I'm off the shit's that
Shit don't fuck around
We get that gas from out of state
We buy it by the pound
Yeah, let them know I'm in my zone
If it ain't bout backends nigga
Please don't call my phone
Dripping sauce like Ragu
Diamonds too cold I got the flu
Shawty acting brand new
This custom made drip and it's new
Spilled my dirty on you
I fly too fast up in that coupe
Want my pockets on blue
I want that CC on my shoe

In the stu that Minute Maid it be my drink
I drop a perc and mix it up now my shit pink
I'm living life don't give a
Fuck bout what they think
And if I move my niggas move yeah we in sync
A hungry niggas it's a E up on my tank
I swear we smoking on exotic this shit stank
I'm on the road, I'm on my way up to the bank
I made the call and we gone
Be there in a blink

Tell the people I fucked up another record
I called the plug and he
Charge me for the extra
I had to leave that hoe alone she too extra
I kicked her out and now I'm
Calling up my back up
Popped a perc in Minute Maid not the Sprite
Bae let's keep it real ain't got
To live up to the hype
Two cellphones one for my side
One for my wife
Her pussy pink like Minute Maid and
I eat it like a dyke

In the stu that Minute Maid it be my drink
I drop a perc and mix it up now my shit pink
I'm living life don't give a
Fuck bout what they think
And if I move my niggas move yeah we in sync
A hungry niggas it's a E up on my tank
I swear we smoking on exotic this shit stank
I'm on the road, I'm on my way up to the bank
I made the call and we gone
Be there in a blink
Aye Jay this Slizzerd shit
Finna kill these niggas
Bitch they ain't ready for this