Yung Gravy and Lil Wayne - oops!!!!

Ayy, supercalifragilisticexpialiexpiali-dope shit
Supercalifragilic-, my ex be on some hoe shit
Superman, I get dem bands but ain't gon' buy you roses
Super-duper get them cougars, took my wrist and froze it
Super-duper hoes, y'all got Oompa Loompa hoes
I ain't never knew your hoes
Prolly still ran through 'em, though

Oh, wait, wait, I, I do know your hoe?
You talkin' 'bout, you talkin' 'bout Tracy?
Nah, nah, nah, nah, you mean like, like, Tracy with the ass?
Tracy with the, with the Honda? Well

Oops, baby
Fuck up on your bitch, like oopsy daisy
Never knew that was your boo, baby
Hit her five times in the coupe, Mercedes, whoopsie dai-, yeah
Oops, baby
Gravy hit my bitch, yeah, whoopsie daisy
I just tried to hit, it's my duty, baby
Sippin' on the Goose, like Boosie, baby

Oops, my fault
I fuck and send her home, I don't let her wipe off
Fuck and send her home, walk in front and might fall
I forgot the rubber, oops, livin' life raw
I'm about to nut, oops, in her eye ball
Now she got the number, bitch feeling like bae
I just said I love her, oops, what did I say?
Now she want kids, want kids in her face, oops
Oops, my b, excuse my v
And you already know I'm finna lose my peace
Get pool like deep, get loose like leaf
Can't lose my sleep, kick up my feet like I blew my knee
Oops, I'm me
Opps I hit it again then flee
Oops, I did it again, Britney
Oops, I did it again, Britney

Yeah, I said
Oops, baby
Fuck up on your bitch, like oopsy daisy (oops)
Never knew that was your boo, baby
Hit her five times in the coupe, Mercedes, whoopsie dai-, yeah
Oops, baby
Gravy hit my bitch, yeah, whoopsie daisy
I just tried to hit, it's my duty, baby
Sippin' on the Goose, like Boosie, baby
Weezy Gravy

Oops, baby baby (mhmm)
It's Weezy Gravy
Oops, baby baby (mhmm)
This shit go crazy

Oops, baby
Gravy with your lady it's a doozie, baby
Drippin' and I'm sippin', Yung Groovy, baby
With your lady we gon' make a movie, baby (of us fucking)
If I want your bitch I'm gon fuck (on sight)
Try to run up on me good luck (pussy)
Gravy in the building get buck (and hoes)
Got bread like Scrooge McDuck

Lil bitch I'm happy and I know it so I clap them fuckin' cheeks
Yeah, I'm bustin' on yo mama look like frosted Mini Wheats
And I'm happy she's a freak bitch
I been on my tweak shit
I be clapping cheeks
She got Pixar mom physique
My neck, my back
Got yo' mama on my sack
My checks, my racks
It's the return of the motherfuckin' mack
And I stay with the pack, though
Clap, clap, then I'm out the backdoor
Lil' Pillsbury, I stack dough
Walkin' with a limp like a crack ho

Yeah, I said
Oops, baby
Fuck up on your bitch, like oopsy daisy
Never knew that was your boo, baby
Hit her five times in the coupe, Mercedes, whoopsie dai-, yeah
Oops, baby
Gravy hit my bitch, yeah, whoopsie daisy
I just tried to hit, it's my duty, baby
Sippin' on the Goose, like Boosie, baby
Weezy Gravy

Oops, baby
Fuck up on your bitch, like oopsy daisy (oops)
Never knew that was your boo, baby
Hit her five times in the coupe, Mercedes, whoopsie dai-, yeah
Oops, baby
Gravy hit my bitch, yeah, whoopsie daisy
I just tried to hit, it's my duty, baby
Sippin' on the Goose, like Boosie, baby
Weezy Gravy

Written by:
Kenneth Ifill, Matthew Hauri, Sebastian Schallenberg, Valentino Khan

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