Fruit Loop by Sail-E Lyrics
[Intro]
(Let's get silly with it)
[Hook]
Feel like everybody out the fruit loop
Why I gotta choose? That’s a lose-lose
Everybody cool, fuck rules, look pretty
Get up in the room-room, act a fool-fool
Chop prudes up to confetti (chop-chop)
If you got a hoop-hoop, imma shoot-shoot, let’s kick it
Misfits, wild chicks, cute dudes better hit it
You can ball, no ticket, fuck walls, all fit it
We the crew, group, clique, clack, boom, let’s get it
[Verse 1]
Get it-get it outta line, outta pocket
Get up out the box, out the closet
Flaunt that shit, make a hater feel nauseous
Make your momma proud or scare your grandma unconscious
Shoutout the boys with thе make-up flawless
Pullin’ up with girls ridin’ round with the strap likе they’re mobsters
The powers try dividing and conquering, keep on wildin’
It’s in our genes, tell ‘em get up off your willy like you Wonka
Go be a proud freak, be a monster
Enemies stealin’ energy, remedy is to prosper
You fix some, mix some, middle fingers up
Put your old self in ‘em new shoes
(Kick ass with ‘em)
[Hook]
Everybody out the fruit loop
Why I gotta choose? That’s a lose-lose
Everybody cool, fuck rules, look pretty
Get up in the room-room, act a fool-fool
Chop prudes up to confetti
If you got a hoop-hoop, imma shoot-shoot, let’s kick it
Misfits, wild chicks, cute dudes better hit it
You can ball, no ticket, fuck walls, all fit it
We the crew, group, clique, clack, boom, let’s get it
[Verse 2]
Sinner and a saint, don’t discriminate
Intimidating only to the beginners to figuring out how to assimilate
Bitches imitate, winners innovate
Name a single motherfucker who can rock a miniskirt and mirrorshades
Better than the best, dear
808 Shakespeare
You suckers hate queers like you ain’t fear death here
Turn a deaf ear, and you still hear the cheering
For the pioneer S-tier
Boutta murder next year (I'm)
Ready to go Freddie now, take your pick
Krueger, Gibbs or Mercury, let’s see what sticks
A killer queen in retrograde
Self-proclaimed
Jump over, tear it down, fuck your barricade up
Rep blue like a crip
Red flag like I’m politickin’, purple like I sip
Double cup, double trip
F1, three seats in the back of the ‘Macca
‘Cause I got company and wanna fit ‘em both inside the whip (skrrt)
If you catch my drift
[Hook]
Running laps ‘round the fruit loop
Why I gotta choose? That’s a lose-lose
Everybody cool, fuck rules, look pretty
Get up in the room-room, act a fool-fool
Chop prudes up to confetti
If you got a hoop-hoop, imma shoot-shoot, let’s kick it
Misfits, wild chicks, cute dudes better hit it
You can ball, no ticket, fuck walls, all fit it
We the crew, group, clique, clack, boom, let’s get it
(Get it, get it, get it, get it)
(Let's get silly with it)
[Hook]
Feel like everybody out the fruit loop
Why I gotta choose? That’s a lose-lose
Everybody cool, fuck rules, look pretty
Get up in the room-room, act a fool-fool
Chop prudes up to confetti (chop-chop)
If you got a hoop-hoop, imma shoot-shoot, let’s kick it
Misfits, wild chicks, cute dudes better hit it
You can ball, no ticket, fuck walls, all fit it
We the crew, group, clique, clack, boom, let’s get it
[Verse 1]
Get it-get it outta line, outta pocket
Get up out the box, out the closet
Flaunt that shit, make a hater feel nauseous
Make your momma proud or scare your grandma unconscious
Shoutout the boys with thе make-up flawless
Pullin’ up with girls ridin’ round with the strap likе they’re mobsters
The powers try dividing and conquering, keep on wildin’
It’s in our genes, tell ‘em get up off your willy like you Wonka
Go be a proud freak, be a monster
Enemies stealin’ energy, remedy is to prosper
You fix some, mix some, middle fingers up
Put your old self in ‘em new shoes
(Kick ass with ‘em)
[Hook]
Everybody out the fruit loop
Why I gotta choose? That’s a lose-lose
Everybody cool, fuck rules, look pretty
Get up in the room-room, act a fool-fool
Chop prudes up to confetti
If you got a hoop-hoop, imma shoot-shoot, let’s kick it
Misfits, wild chicks, cute dudes better hit it
You can ball, no ticket, fuck walls, all fit it
We the crew, group, clique, clack, boom, let’s get it
[Verse 2]
Sinner and a saint, don’t discriminate
Intimidating only to the beginners to figuring out how to assimilate
Bitches imitate, winners innovate
Name a single motherfucker who can rock a miniskirt and mirrorshades
Better than the best, dear
808 Shakespeare
You suckers hate queers like you ain’t fear death here
Turn a deaf ear, and you still hear the cheering
For the pioneer S-tier
Boutta murder next year (I'm)
Ready to go Freddie now, take your pick
Krueger, Gibbs or Mercury, let’s see what sticks
A killer queen in retrograde
Self-proclaimed
Jump over, tear it down, fuck your barricade up
Rep blue like a crip
Red flag like I’m politickin’, purple like I sip
Double cup, double trip
F1, three seats in the back of the ‘Macca
‘Cause I got company and wanna fit ‘em both inside the whip (skrrt)
If you catch my drift
[Hook]
Running laps ‘round the fruit loop
Why I gotta choose? That’s a lose-lose
Everybody cool, fuck rules, look pretty
Get up in the room-room, act a fool-fool
Chop prudes up to confetti
If you got a hoop-hoop, imma shoot-shoot, let’s kick it
Misfits, wild chicks, cute dudes better hit it
You can ball, no ticket, fuck walls, all fit it
We the crew, group, clique, clack, boom, let’s get it
(Get it, get it, get it, get it)