Soundtracks - Oops by Vince Staples and Yugen Blakrok lyrics

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] f**k y'all want from me Y'all don't own money Y'all don't want from me Y'all wanna die in the chase of things We all gon' die and break the thing Trapped inside a burning church Made it out alive God know my worth Raw face, scarface, your face More defeat, I know it hurts 20 of 'em 20 on call Got 20 in my hand Got 20 on judge Gave 20 to my dog Got 20 on girls That'll f**k you to— (zoom zoom) That'll f**k you to f**k you over Take your safe, take your keys, take your Rover Take the heart you thought you had Speed off, rollin' up life in a taxi cab [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar] Opps on the radar (you're dead to me) How you wanna play ball? (you're dead to me) [*censored*] takes all (you're dead to me) (You're dead to me, you're dead to me) You know what zone I'm in... (you're dead to me) Don't care who you with (you're dead to me) Watch me do my sh*t (you're dead to me) (You're dead to me) [Verse 2: Vince Staples] Hey hey Ready, set, go crazy Here to finesse, you see I'm getting mines Life hit a n***a with a lemon's lime Like what at night we still committing crimes, spitting rhymes Bought a coupe with the spinning rims, get inside Bring a friend, bleeding hands from the genocide Clean me up, beam me up to the other side Brothers die, 'cause coons turn to bu*terflies They don't wanna see me sittin' in the Benz They don't wanna see me livin' on the end Of the city in a city wide bend Show no pity in the city for the sin They don't wanna see me gettin' to the check They just wanna see me swimming in the debt Don't drown on ground wait until you hear 911, freeze (zoom zoom) dead [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar] Opps on the radar (you're dead to me) How you wanna play ball? (you're dead to me) [*censored*] takes all (you're dead to me) (You're dead to me, you're dead to me) You know what zone I'm in (you're dead to me) Don't care who you with (you're dead to me) Watch me do my sh*t (you're dead to me) (You're dead to me) [Verse 3: Yugen Blakrok] I move like a millipede When I flex them tendons like rubber trees Young Millie Jackson back to the sh*t Mouth piece drawn, got a verbal armory Stack bodies not figurines Move beneath the surface, submarine I'm half machine, obscene with a light sword Look inside the brain, it's a ride in the psych ward What you standing on the side for? Roar like a lioness, punch like a cyborg Spit slick, attack is subliminal Flowers on my mind, but the rhyme style sinister Stand behind my own bars, like a seasoned criminal Gotham city streets I'll blame the [*censored*] Crushing any system, that belittles us Antidote to every poison they administer Switch it like time signatures Colours in my aura tend cover the perimeter Brown bodies that the blues wanna shoot through Hi-rez lasers wanna (zoom, zoom, zoom) Roll over your eyes My strength ain't nothing like my size Blades on the top, [?] cleaver Tangle my chords like a weaver [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar] Opps on the radar (you're dead to me) How you wanna play ball? (you're dead to me) [*censored*] takes all (you're dead to me) (You're dead to me, you're dead to me) You know what zone I'm in (you're dead to me) Don't care who you with (you're dead to me) Watch me do my sh*t (you're dead to me) (You're dead to me)