Oops

Lyrics

[Intro] (If you not Ball Hog, then die) Yeah [Chorus] I put the ball through the hoop I put the ball through the hoop, I put the ball through the hoop I put the ball through the hoop, yeah I put your ho in my coupe I take the ball like, "What you gon' do?" I text up slime and you know he gon' do Just countin' these racks, sittin' in my room And when they be hatin', you know they in tune I just spilled lean on my kicks, oops I done poured drank in my cup, deuce I just spilled lean on my kicks, oops Like, what the fuck I'm gon' do? Look at my racks, they all blue Look at my jeans, they Dior too She like, "Tеct, I adore you But sometimes you act rudе" [Verse] I'm sorry, ho, that's just me I'm in the field like cleats I hoop hard like Kobe They hatin' on me OD I ain't do nothin' to a nigga, so why they gotta say shit about me? I keep on winnin', so I feel like Ronda Rousey They'll peep your fake from a distance, so I gotta keep your ass from around me Keep pourin' up all this Tris, so it got a young nigga drowsy I was down bad on my dick, okay, but I came back and dropped sixty Out of town is super cool, okay, but yes, I miss my city I wanna be back home with the guys I'm ballin' hard and I don't even try Twin say, "Move," then you know we gon' slide Smokin' on 'za, this not no high Bad ho, I say, "Hi" This bitch want me on the phone all day, but I'm noddin' off 'cause I'm tired Yeah [Chorus] I put the ball through the hoop I put the ball through the hoop, I put the ball through the hoop I put the ball through the hoop, yeah I put your ho in my coupe I take the ball like, "What you gon' do?" I text up slime and you know he gon' shoot Just countin' these racks, sittin' in my room And when they be hatin', you know they in tune I just spilled lean on my kicks, oops I done poured drank in my cup, deuce I just spilled lean on my kicks, oops Like, what the fuck I'm gon' do? Look at my racks, they all blue Look at my jeans, they Dior too She like, "Tect, I adore you But sometimes you act rude"