Ohh Yeah, Get It, The Grapes Grape Tomato

[Verse] Step in the kitchen, I'm the produce pasha, Grapes on the counter, drip more than a rasta. Tomatoes beam red, shining on my pasta, A culinary concert, call it foodie opera. [Verse 2] Farmers market run, I'm the veggie diplomat, Peep my produce game, never seen a cabbage flat. Avocados plush, cash crop aristocrat, Green thumb flexin', even lettuce getting fat. [Chorus] Ohh yeah, get it, the grapes, grape tomato, Fruit bowl blinging, ain't no need for a halo. Healthy snacks packing flavor, never play-doh, Slicing and dicing, tomorrow's new payload. [Verse 3] Squash in the basket, never basic zucchini, Carrots on the side, color pop like graffiti. Cucumber cool, smooth talk, no Tahini, Vibrant veggie vibes, rock that healthy bikini. [Verse 4] Bananas in a bunch, call 'em my gorilla fam, Berry mix bag, juicy jam said 'blam!' Citrus explosion, fruits like an exam, Aced that zest test, got no internet spam. [Chorus] Ohh yeah, get it, the grapes, grape tomato, Fruit bowl blinging, ain't no need for a halo. Healthy snacks packing flavor, never play-doh, Slicing and dicing, tomorrow's new payload.