Fruit Loop

(Let's get silly with it) Feel like everybody out the fruit loop Why I gotta choose? That's a lose-lose Everybody cool, f*ck 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, f*ck walls, all fit it We the crew, group, clique, clack, boom, let's get it 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 the make-up flawless Pullin' up with girls ridin' round with the strap like 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) Everybody out the fruit loop Why I gotta choose? That's a lose-lose Everybody cool, f*ck 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, f*ck walls, all fit it We the crew, group, clique, clack, boom, let's get it 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 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, f*ck 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 Running laps 'round the fruit loop Why I gotta choose? That's a lose-lose Everybody cool, f*ck 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, f*ck walls, all fit it We the crew, group, clique, clack, boom, let's get it (Get it, get it, get it, get it)