Fruits of My Labor lyrics

[Intro]
Plugg
Akachi beats
Say, look

[Chorus]
These the fruits of my labor, y'all should eat your veggies
Benjamin's look blue as f*ck, something like blueberries
Said your b*tch a virgin, I'm gon' pop her cherry
Three cell phones, they Apple, my whip is on twenties
Lean, that's in my cup, too, haters, tell 'em "f*ck you"
I came in an Caddy, you still in my rear view
Surgery on grapes, uh, yo' b*tch want a date, uh
Gucci with the BAPE shorts, all these n*ggas fake, uh

[Verse 1]
Always go bananas, I pass it, Joe Montana
Pineapple Fanta, bro, mix it with a Xanax
Shout out to the pears, I pull your b*tch hair
I just ate a pomegranate chilling on the stairs
I be on another planet, smoke up in the air, b*tch
Shout out to my slime, yuh, lean, that lemon-lime, yuh
Mix up in the Sprite, yuh, Rollie, perfect time, yuh
I said my Rollie perfect time, yuh

[Chorus]
These the fruits of my labor, y'all should eat your veggies
Benjamin's look blue as f*ck, something like blueberries
Said your b*tch a virgin, I'm gon' pop her cherry
Three cell phones, they Apple, my whip is on twenties
Lean, that's in my cup, too, haters, tell 'em "f*ck you"
I came in an Caddy, you still in my rear view
Surgery on grapes, uh, yo' b*tch want a date, uh
Gucci with the BAPE shorts, all these n*ggas fake, uh
[Verse 2]
Not much rhymes wit' pumpkin, we shoot 'em, we don't jump him
Technically tomato, you n*ggas do not run sh*t
Avocado guac, I be getting Guap
New whip, drop my top, your b*tch is a thot
I'm gon' give her eggplant, smoking on headband
New whip, color olive, and all my fit is name brand, b*tch
b*tch, Gucci, new whip, color olive, haha, look
We shoot at your eyelids, like
Chillin' on a island, b*tch

[Outro]
It's Joey
Mm
Mm, mm, mm, mm