{Intro}
Polo Boy Shawty on the track, so why you k**ing it?
{Verse 1 – Lil Yachty}
Never needed nothing, ni-ga
Canary yellow diamonds like the wrapper of a bu*terfinger
Hit him, then my brother follow up, that’s a double stinger
Told the bi-ch, “True” she running ’round like she Jerry Springer
It could be an opera singer
Two speeding tickets in a month, that’s the Bentley Coupe
Split the check, half with the gang, that’s what brothers do
Check a bi-ch, checkmate, check, please, who?
Two cribs, six cars, under 22
{Chorus – K$upreme}
Oops, oops, ooh
Fu-k a ni-ga’s bi-ch, I’m like, “Oops” “oops”
Pa** her to the gang, ni-ga, that’s an alley-oop “oop”
Riding ’round town in an all-white coupe “yeah”
Gang of bad bi-ches blow a ni-ga like soup “yeah”
You was buying Polos, I was buying coupes
Oops, oops, oops, oops
{Verse 2 – 2 Chainz}
Yeah, 2 Chainz
Man you still rocking them Ray Bans “Ray Bans”
Them sure look like Ray Bans “woo”
Took a brick, then got a spray tan
Represent the A like an exam
Lie in front of the block, shine in the dark
Grind a la carte, time on the clock
Can’t get it back, where you ni–as at?
So [?], can’t take a nap “tell ’em”
Tired of the fraternize
I am as real as they advertise “yeah”
I like the pu-sy with sanitize “true”
She left her thong, tried to sabatoge
Bi-ch, you know I got a main
I got my pockets on Country Kane
Gator sh** on like a Florida game
If you spill something on me, I wouldn’t get a stain
Oops, oops, oops
{Chorus – K$upreme}
Oops, oops, ooh
Fu-k a ni-ga’s bi-ch, I’m like, “Oops” “oops”
Pa** her to the gang, ni-ga, that’s an alley-oop “oop”
Riding ’round town in an all-white coupe “yeah”
Gang of bad bi-ches blow a ni-ga like soup “yeah”
You was buying Polos, I was buying coupes
Oops, oops, oops, oops
{Verse 3 – Lil Yachty}
Racks up, fat knots
Deep ba**, big watts
Six cars, young Yacht
Too rich, clean stitch “woo”
Lean fixed, grillless
New whip black as Seal sis
Diamonds all real, sis
Your daughter my gutta bi-ch
The belly getting bigger “woo”
Might put some ice on my trigger “huh”
Choppa start singing like Trigga
Don’t fu-k with me, ni-ga
Yeah, late night, I’m out with your bi-ch
Someone took a pic, ooh
What that is up on my wrist?
That’s a whole brick, Lil Boats
{Chorus – K$upreme}
Oops, oops, ooh
Fu-k a ni-ga’s bi-ch, I’m like, “Oops” “oops”
Pa** her to the gang, ni-ga, that’s an alley-oop “oop”
Riding ’round town in an all-white coupe “yeah”
Gang of bad bi-ches blow a ni-ga like soup “yeah”
You was buying Polos, I was buying coupes
Oops, oops, oops, oops