Intro: Trunks]
People always ask me why they call me "The Drink"
Well, here's what happened
Basically, I came back from the future
And Frieza was waiting for me
And this nigga said:
Verse 1: Frieza & Vegeta
You think you the drink, bitch?
You're not even the cup (Grrra)
This nigga got a middle part (Grrra)
With a low taper and and—
This nigga's the drink
This nigga's liquidity
He can't be a solid
Verse 2: Trunks & Frieza]
Niggas call me the drink
They call him the what?
When I was a kid
Niggas called me the juice box
But now I'
m the drink
They call him the what?
A beverage of sorts?
Vegеta's the cup
Because hе is my
fatherVerse 3: Vegeta
My son is the drink
I am the cup
I
don't give a
fuck
They call me the cup
When my son was a kid
Niggas looked at his liquidity and at his
rizz
Don't tell me that shit isn't
skibidi
We in the club poppin bottles like 50
No cent, it's 50 thou
Why all these bitch niggas running they mouth?
Like—
Verse 4: Frieza
They call him the what? (Freezy
Pop okay)
(Okay monkey)
They call him the what?
Niggas call me the parfait
Cuz I'
m sweet in the cut
Can you suck on my what?
Can I call you the slut?
Bald niggas I have a taste for
You just have to look at my past
Some
bomb toppy I crave for
Although you wouldn't last
I miss you
