Oops Songtext

And when they be hating, you know they in tune
I just spilled lean on my kicks, oops
I just 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 "Tec, I adorе you
But sometimes you act rude"

I'm sorry, ho, that's just mе
I'm in the field like cleats
I hoop hard like Kobe
They hating on me ode
I ain't do nothing to a nigga, so why they gotta say shit about me?
I keep on winning, so I feel like Ronda Rousey
They'll peep yo' fake from a distance so I gotta keep yo' ass from around me
Keep pourin' up all this tris and 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 balling hard and I don't even try
Switch they mood, they know we gon' slide
Smoking on 'za this not no high
Bad ho, I say "Hi"
This bih' want me on the phone all day, but I nod off 'cause I'm tired
Yeah

I put the ball through the hoop
I put the ball through the hoo-I put the ball through the hoo—
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, you know he gon' shoot
Just counting these racks, sitting in my room
And when they be hating, you know they in tune
I just spilled lean on my kicks, oops
I just 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 "Tec, I adore you
But sometimes you act rude"