Lil Yachty - Oops lyrics

{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