Grocery Freestyle lyrics

[Chorus]
I'm a big problem (TAPEKID)
I don’t want the lil' D'USSÉ, I want the big bottle
n*ggas doin’ weird-ass sh*t just to get follows
I like my side hoes lightskin, main b*tch chocolate
Rio locked, Packman gon' keep sh*t poppin'
Million-dollar n*gga, still eatin' fries from McDonald's
Thirty-inch bustdown my bae, she ride di*k proper
If I can pray there, I can stay there, we don't get proffers, n*gga

[Verse 1]
Huh, n*gga, f*ck the feds
So much dog sh*t in my pocket, where the plunger at?
Had a threesome with a dyke ho and my baby mama
We eatin' coochie at the same time and we keep bumpin' heads
Hold on, b*tch, back up, I can do it better
Tried to abort my lil’ son, he a truly blessing
f*ck a b*tch once, then I’m straight, I'm a coochie tester
Mixin’ PAI, Quagen, and Wock', this a spooky beverage
Dove told me vlog my life and I love that n*gga
Paul never turned his back, I'm still thuggin' with him
I miss Kenaisha every damn day, wish she’d hug a n*gga
Gave up on rap, Joe McFashion told me flood them n*ggas
Huh, so I'm back for blood
Treat these rap n*ggas like my sons, told 'em wrap it up
Boyfriend pimpin' with the b*tch at home shackin' up
Gave my brother life, that sh*t make me wanna whack the judge
Huh, this my life daily
Ghetto n*gga, chicken fried hard with the rice gravy
n*ggas actin' hard, but they sweet, they some Life Savers
Made my son high off the Wock', he a pint baby
[Chorus]
I'm a big problem
I don't want the lil' D'USSÉ, I want the big bottle
n*ggas doin' weird-ass sh*t just to get follows
I like my side hoes lightskin, main b*tch chocolate
Rio locked, Packman gon' keep sh*t poppin'
Million-dollar n*gga, still eatin' fries from McDonald's
Thirty-inch bustdown my bae, she ride di*k proper
If I can pray there, I can stay there, we don't get proffers

[Verse 2]
Yeah, we on verse two
I done touched so many (Brr), call me bird flu
I wouldn't give a f*ck if you was Jesus, I'd serve you
Never show your soft side to a b*tch, 'cause it'll hurt you
These b*tches Dairy Queens
Bought a hundred cases, think it's green, but it's antifreeze
Tell Jess Hilarious that I wanna eat that panty cream
Burglar bar doors when I'm trappin' 'cause I'm scared of fiends
b*tch, don't touch me
If the pus*y stink when she show up, b*tch, let's get musty
The same b*tch that used to play with you back in high school
Will double back and try to give you the pus*y when they get chunky

[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm a big problem
I don't want the lil' D'USSÉ, I want the big bottle
n*ggas doin' weird-ass sh*t just to get follows
I like my side hoes lightskin, main b*tch chocolate
Rio locked, Packman gon' keep sh*t poppin'
Million-dollar n*gga, still eatin' fries from McDonald's
Thirty-inch bustdown my bae, she ride di*k proper
If I can pray there, I can stay there, we don't get proffers, n*gga
[Outro]
We don't get no proffers, bro
We gon' take it on the chin
f*ck it
Lunch Crew, y'ello
(The Lunch Crew Company, I'm part of that)
(Please don't ever use that, because that's embarrassing for me)
(The Lunch Crew Company)