Loe Shimmy - Wok & Minute Maid (Official Video)

Wok & Minute Maid Out Now @loeshimmy
prod: @simo.fre @_tapekid
mix/master: @ayoclipzy
cover art: @gothdre
directed by: @iwantjuan & @loeshimmy

#LoeShimmy #WokAndMinuteMaid

Lyrics:

Simo Fre just killed this

Ohh
Yeah I’m in the trap tryna run up cake
I’m pushing so much weight
I’m so damn high can’t feel my face
I just poured up an eight
I’m so damn fly I’m outer space
Givenchy with the Bape
That Maybach truck got stars inside
I’m riding round with my drac
I’m blowing up, my diamonds froze
That’s why them niggas hate
I spin em round, I buss her down
Lets go on dinner dates
I’m sending hits, I run the town
I’m getting plenty cake
I hit the stage I’m rocking out
Pour Wok & Minute Maid

Uh girl I need you stay forever
Uh I walk in the club and I’ma change the weather
Hundred racks in 20’s stuff it in my leather
Treat her like a treasure
Girl you make it better
I put shit on stretchers
Can’t put down Beretta
They won’t take me out
I promise I won’t let em
I got one day coming for me
I got color money
I got everything inside the trap
It’s jumping like a bunny
Yeah let me make it clear
I don’t give a fuck if they want war
Then we could take it there
Gave that pussy chills
While I’m inside I’m licking on her ear
Rookie of the year
I’m blowing up and I can feel its near
I can feel the music in my soul
I listen to the snare
I can’t front him bowls
He take too long
He moving like a snail
I can weigh a brick up with my eyes
I don’t even need a scale
Told mama I’ma blow get us out
I see it crystal clear
Count this money dive inside
And now she running from me
It ain’t funny, once they slide
You know this shit get ugly
Fiending feeling down an eight
I can’t put down the muddy
I want em gone, I drop a bag
These niggas running from me
I get the ball, I run it back Every time they punt it to me
I get them bowls, I’m cashing out
Don’t need it fronted to me
I grab my switch
I’m crashing out cause niggas moving funny
Guess that’s my fault for letting em in
I thought they really loved me

Yeah I’m in the trap tryna run up cake
I’m pushing so much weight
I’m so damn high can’t feel my face
I just poured up an eight
I’m so damn fly I’m outer space
Givenchy with the Bape
That Maybach truck got stars inside
I’m riding round with my drac
I’m blowing up, my diamonds froze
That’s why them niggas hate
I spin em round, I buss her down
Lets go on dinner dates
I’m sending hits, I run the town
I’m getting plenty cake
I hit the stage I’m rocking out
Pour Wok & Minute Maid

Pour Wok & Minute Maid nigga, you heard me?
Zombieland Taliban shit man
Big lieutenant nigga
Niggas can’t fuck with me
Nigga I’m the biggest you heard me?
I run my whole section nigga
Fuck a nigga mean you heard me?
On God