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Yung Gravy - Whole Foods Ft Bbnos Lyrics

[Intro: Yung Gravy]
Wait, that ain't meat?
You're tellin' me that-, that that ain't meat? That's, sheesh
(bbno$)

[Chorus: Yung Gravy]
All them freaky hoes shop at Whole Foods (Whole Foods)
Baby, let me pay for your tofu (Tofu)
Gravy got a new go-to (Go-to)
Yeah, that vegan ass on some whole new shit, baby
I be posted with them freaks at Whole Foods (At Whole Foods)
Baby, let me pay for your tofu (Tofu)
Them granola hoes ain't got no rules (No rules)
Feelin' healthy layin' pipe at Whole Foods

[Verse 1: Yung Gravy]
Gravy walk up in it, I'm just tryna get somethin' to eat (Woo)
I walk up to the counter lady, heard y'all got some heat (Some heat)
Shawty lookin' at me like she heard I got some meat (Meat)
Shit, baby, what's up with it? Heard y'all got some freaks

[Verse 2: bbno$]
If there's freaks in aisle four
Well, I guess I'm going poor (Whoa)
Ten percent off bad bitches? Damn, I love this store
I bought that girl a quinoa salad
She said I need to clean my palate
I bought myself a vegan Patek
I need that green 'cause I'm an addict
I'd never cap it

[Verse 3: Yung Gravy]
Goin' shoppin' in a peacoat (In a peacoat)
Eatin' gluten-free Doritos (Doritos)
With a gluten-free freak hoe (Freak hoe)
Ayy, I'm touchin' butts like I'm Nemo

[Verse 4: bbno$ & Yung Gravy]
She be lactose intolerant, yeah, it's kinda botherin'
It's funny how our GMO dicks kept them hollering
Baby, what's your diet, huh? You should do some modellin'
(Um, drinkin' beer and eatin' pussy) Nice

[Chorus: Yung Gravy]
All them freaky hoes shop at Whole Foods (Whole Foods)
Baby, let me pay for your tofu (Tofu)
Gravy got a new go-to (Go-to)
Yeah, that vegan ass on some whole new shit, baby (Ayy, ooh, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I be posted with them freaks at Whole Foods (At Whole Foods)
Baby, let me pay for your tofu (Tofu)
Them granola hoes ain't got no rules (No rules)
Feelin' healthy layin' pipe at Whole Foods

[Verse 5: bbno$]
You know she got that smart pop, good brain
Oh, you on Chicago mix?
Coke with the sugar cane
No iceberg, only romaine
Woo, can't drink Minute Maid
Lady, I'm a minute mane
She only eatin' zero-grain
Wait, how you thick?

[Verse 6: Yung Gravy]
You look like you eat bologna sandwiches for breakfast (Goddamn)
I'm like Whole Foods produce, I'm the freshest (Fresh, baby)
She ain't got a cellphone, had to leave a message
She ain't had kombucha yet, so she gettin' aggressive

[Verse 7: Yung Gravy & bbno$]
"Girl, you do pottery?" Oh, I love astrology
I get too much brain, baby, I need a lobotomy
Bought that light, salt rock, red meat, cock-block
Hot dog, soya based, wheat grass, drop top
Fuck your groceries, fuck your groceries
Fuck your groceries, fuck your groceries, huh
We supposed to be fuckin' groceries
Let's have a fuckin' baby at the grocery store