Lyrics
Okay, get straight to business skippin' all the foreplay Okay, anything goes, man, niggas ain't got no shame, shit, no shame (Inside looking something like grapefruit)
Okay, get straight to business, skippin' all the foreplay Okay, anything goes, man, niggas ain't got no shame, shit, no shame Tryna stick to your guns and not fall into the rat race Niggas obsessed with rollouts and parlays Might as well throw down, put it on my Barclays I try to do this shit to a tee Leave it all on the table so everyone can eat We would break our back tryna find new angles to come from so they could really see I was just tryna dig deep, but while they was getting clean on thеy rinse and repeat I ain't got much morе in me, for me to rip open, for y'all to just peek (Ooh) Okay, I know what I signed up for, that don't make this shit hit less hard, mate Niggas obsessed with rollouts and parlays Might as well throw down, put it on my Barclays I got a band on the iPhone cover arts and Y2K and two new allegations You could up that to three and really get paid, man But that ain't me, I'ma play it safely Please say all of this a hoax, I see peaks, feel something in his flow And we see all of this exposed I think we went further than we 'posed to They see, they seem unamused at most I let it rip me open, I barely blinked too The outside looking something like grape And the inside looking something like grapefruit
Wait, who? Grapefruit Wait, who? Grapefruit
It ripped me open, showed all my, wait who? Inside looking something like grapefruit It ripped me open, showed all my, wait who? Inside looking something like grapefruit It ripped me open, showed all my, wait who? (Ripped me open, showed all my, open, showed all my) Grapefruit It ripped me open, showed all my, wait who? (Ripped me open, showed all my, open, showed all my) Grapefruit
This incense is, is fucking with me, it's just too intense, for instance A couple of things I shouldn't witness, my sixth sense is, is callin' on me I beg forgiveness, it's been a, a quin-tin-tuple of things I couldn't admit it, but I'm too hot headed in it, it's, it's crushin' on me It starts to, it did my insides in, and buckle my feet And then I, I sit there and realize that it's, it's fucking with me And they barely blink too, and then I look down, and all I see is grapefruit
Wait, who? (It's nasty) Grapefruit Wait, who? Grapefruit
It ripped me open, showed all my, wait who? The inside looking somethin' like grapefruit It ripped me open, showed all my, wait who? The inside looking somethin' like grapefruit It ripped me open, showed all my, wait who? (Open, showed all my, open, showed all my) Grapefruit It ripped me open, showed all my, wait who? (Open, showed all my, open, showed all my) Grapefruit
Okay, get straight to business, skippin' all the foreplay Okay, anything goes, man, niggas ain't got no shame, shit, no shame Tryna stick to your guns and not fall into the rat race Niggas obsessed with rollouts and parlays Might as well throw down, put it on my Barclays