[Intro]
Fridge compressor hum...
clatter, clatter, bottles in the back.
Ventanita flicker, neon buzz—
MSG beep
...pop that tag.

[Chorus]
Scan it, bag it, pop that tag,
midnight snack in a paper bag.
Dip it, flip it, serve it hot,
tamarind sweet, gochujang got.
Scan it, bag it, pop that tag,
shelf-light hum and freezer fog.
Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!
No crumbs.

[Verse 1]
Bodega aisle glow, fluorescent hymn,
green plantains in my tote, two-stage fry the green,
sour-orange mojo resting, thirty minutes in the dark,
Maritza bangs the ceiling—122 on the heart.
Scanner stutter hi-hat, bottle clatter snare,
every can a tambourine, every shelf a prayer.

[Chorus]
Scan it, bag it, pop that tag,
midnight snack in a paper bag.
Dip it, flip it, serve it hot,
tamarind sweet, gochujang got.
Scan it, bag it, pop that tag,
shelf-light hum and freezer fog.
Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!
No crumbs.

[Verse 2]
Soft-ball on the candy thermometer, two-forty on, on the thread,
cold-water test the witness, little sugar ball instead.
Gochujang caramel amber, drip it on the marble slab,
drizzle it into the bassline 'til the whole block grabs.
Calle Ocho rooster countin' every midnight can,
cashier's thumb on the button—scan it, that's the plan.

[Bridge]
One beep from the corner...
the parrot already knows.
Door chime hangs in G minor,
Maritza taps the downbeat,
122, not a second left—