Juicebox Flex (Don’t Touch My Nuggets

ntro – whispered sass] Shhh... Don’t. Touch. My. Nuggets. [Verse 1] I’m eight years old, I run the block, Juicebox queen with a candy stock. Lunchbox heavy, got snacks on deck, If your gummies ain’t sour, get out my rec. Playground boss with my Crocs in sport, Stackin’ nuggets like it’s a McD court. You got those frozen ones? Uh-uh, bye. If it ain’t in a red box, that nugget dry. [Hook – viral bounce] 🎶 Juicebox flex — sip, sip, drip McNugget stack — flip, dip, flip! Don’t touch my fries, don’t sip my straw, This kid got rules — and chicken law! Juicebox flex — what what what? Got two in my hoodie like a juicebox plug! If you want a bite, better bring the sauce, Cuz Kalista runs this lunchroom boss! 🎶 [Verse 2] Homework done? Nah, maybe later. Too busy building nugget skyscrapers. Flippin’ ketchup like it’s gold, Mom says clean up? I’m on hold. Barbie on the dash, vibes on blast, Colorin’ like a beast in art class. My bestie’s wild, we roll like twins, But I got the snack stash — that’s how we win. [Bridge – chant-style breakdown] No crusts! No rules! Snack queens don’t go to school! Juicebox! Power-up! Spill on the couch? That’s tough luck! [Final Hook – even bigger energy] 🎶 Juicebox flex — sip, sip, drip Kalista stack — flip, dip, flip! Lunchroom throne, don’t kill my vibe, Cuz 8-year-olds ride with nugget pride! 🎶