CORRECT LYRICS
Attention shoplifters and degenerates, will the owner of the tan lexus, license plate, 'T T F C K E R'. You are parked across three handicap spots and your alarm has been going off for the past 10 minutes, please repark immediately or you will be towed, thanks
(f*ck)
Aight
All my homies eat but we gotta hit the store
Yeah, I bring the bread, but we gotta get some more
Yea we stepping in clean and we reppin’ the Dior
Now we walk into the door
I got lettuce in my pocket and cheddar in the bag
Got the drip in the front and the ice in the back
I got money that I’m blowing, this some snacks for the stash
I don’t need to bring a card, here's a tip
Only paying up in cash
Quarter in my cart and you know I’m boutta dash
Run to aisle 4, and I’m picking up the mash
And I got a breadstick cause you know I never lack
Never slacking, pull up with salami, let ‘em have it
I always pack it, snacking on the beat
And producer know this heat
Cause he know it’s bout time everybody gon’ eat
And we pull up with a coupon, scan it then...
*beep*
Skrrtin’ through the aisles on a cart like I’m lost
Flirtin’ with the cashier, I’mma slip her my coupon
Certain I’mma get escorted through the parkin’ lot
I’mma pull up in that Rolls and ask for some poupon
Where I get off with a list this big?
So much drip I’mma need a cleanup crew on aisle six
Spendin’ a brick with all this cheddar on my wrist
Then I rest in asparagus, I don’t give a sh*t
The free sample girl is kinda hot (ooh)
I’mma go back for seconds
And if she realize that I’ve been taste testin’
Then I guess I gotta go back to messin’ with the cashier
I got a stash here, man I stay strapped
With them Lunchables and the Oreo treat and the Mac and Cheese
With the Spongebob noodles and the dinosaur nuggies, man
You can’t beat
Ha
Can I get a manager to aisle six?
There’s a man and his girl f*ckin’ hard by the Ritz
Oh wait, that’s just me (that’s me)
And now we at it in the produce section
The cuc*mber she wants is my erection
Give her an infection, but I don’t even care
I’m in the self-check flexin’ (just flex)
Ain’t no question, bought the sugar and the spice
For some nice confections (cha-ching!)
Before we roll out, you know I’m on guard
It’s my mother’s birthday, I bought her a card (happy birthday!)
I’m sweet like that, whip up a little bit for her to eat like that (ooh)
Back out to the car, fill the trunk with the food
Leave the cart out of its designated spot, stay rude
Go home, kick back, then we all stop dead
Go back cuz 50landing left the bread
Come on 50, we talked about this!
(Forget the bread! Forget about the bread! How could you!)
(Bro, bro, come on bro, bro, bro, get the bread or some sh*t)
Lyrics : Grossery
Attention shoplifters and degenerates, will the owner of the tan lexus, license plate, 'T T F C K E R'. You are parked across three handicap spots and your alarm has been going off for the past 10 minutes, please repark immediately or you will be towed, thanks
(f*ck)
Aight
All my homies eat but we gotta hit the store
Yeah, I bring the bread, but we gotta get some more
Yea we stepping in clean and we reppin’ the Dior
Now we walk into the door
I got lettuce in my pocket and cheddar in the bag
Got the drip in the front and the ice in the back
I got money that I’m blowing, this some snacks for the stash
I don’t need to bring a card, here's a tip
Only paying up in cash
Quarter in my cart and you know I’m boutta dash
Run to aisle 4, and I’m picking up the mash
And I got a breadstick cause you know I never lack
Never slacking, pull up with salami, let ‘em have it
I always pack it, snacking on the beat
And producer know this heat
Cause he know it’s bout time everybody gon’ eat
And we pull up with a coupon, scan it then...
*beep*
Skrrtin’ through the aisles on a cart like I’m lost
Flirtin’ with the cashier, I’mma slip her my coupon
Certain I’mma get escorted through the parkin’ lot
I’mma pull up in that Rolls and ask for some poupon
Where I get off with a list this big?
So much drip I’mma need a cleanup crew on aisle six
Spendin’ a brick with all this cheddar on my wrist
Then I rest in asparagus, I don’t give a sh*t
The free sample girl is kinda hot (ooh)
I’mma go back for seconds
And if she realize that I’ve been taste testin’
Then I guess I gotta go back to messin’ with the cashier
I got a stash here, man I stay strapped
With them Lunchables and the Oreo treat and the Mac and Cheese
With the Spongebob noodles and the dinosaur nuggies, man
You can’t beat
Ha
Can I get a manager to aisle six?
There’s a man and his girl f*ckin’ hard by the Ritz
Oh wait, that’s just me (that’s me)
And now we at it in the produce section
The cuc*mber she wants is my erection
Give her an infection, but I don’t even care
I’m in the self-check flexin’ (just flex)
Ain’t no question, bought the sugar and the spice
For some nice confections (cha-ching!)
Before we roll out, you know I’m on guard
It’s my mother’s birthday, I bought her a card (happy birthday!)
I’m sweet like that, whip up a little bit for her to eat like that (ooh)
Back out to the car, fill the trunk with the food
Leave the cart out of its designated spot, stay rude
Go home, kick back, then we all stop dead
Go back cuz 50landing left the bread
Come on 50, we talked about this!
(Forget the bread! Forget about the bread! How could you!)
(Bro, bro, come on bro, bro, bro, get the bread or some sh*t)
