OPPS RESIDUE Lyrics

Ok ok

Woah (Aye)

Woah (Aye)

You know we don't fuck with oops

Woah

Woah

Woah

You know we don't fuck with oops

If you catch 'em, point em out

Hit 'em, make his body rock

Hope that they don't blow the spot

She been tryna tie the knot

I just want some sloppy top

She gone lick like lollipops

Down to a quarter, I need to re up

Sliding with Dereck, no he aint Jeter

Kicking back, I got my feet up

Call me Tyreek, she say I'm a cheetah

Sick of this shit, I got a fever

Can't get attached, I gotta leave her

She in my class, I gotta teach her

(She in my class)

Rolling up, smoking this reefa

Seminole, with some Chiefer's

90 degrees, we still got heaters

I got Franklins, like Aretha

Bitches Cole, just like Keyshia (Just like Keyshia)

Taking yo cheese, like Uncle Sam

I been tryna do my dance

You been tryna spend these bands

You a bird, Tuscan Sam

Say we fucking, that's the plan

Fucking round she got a man

Feel like future, high demand (High demand)

You know we don't fuck with oops

If you catch 'em, point em out

Hit 'em, make his body rock

Hope that they don't blow the spot

She been tryna tie the knot

I just want some sloppy top

She gone lick like lollipops

You know we don't fuck with oops

If you catch him, point em out

Hit 'em, make his body rock

Hope that they don't blow the spot

She been tryna tie the knot

I just want some sloppy top

She gone lick like lollipops

How you know us, you not familiar

Load the coal, I'm tryna grill ya

Like a pack, tryna seal ya

I be really with the killers

Fix this shit bob the builder

Baby girl you know I feel ya

Where the screws, tryna drilling ya

She been tryna sing my songs

Fuck ya life bing bong

You know that I'm smoking strong

Hit me on my telephone

She a bee, honeycomb

Gave her D, run along

Ludicrous, he throw them bows

Still be off the map

Lay yo lil hoe on her back

You a bitch and that's facts

Carry the team, piggy back (Aye)

Hold up baby, just relax (Aye)

Niggas shooting, this ain't craps (No way)

You a lame, ain't giving daps (No way)

You a bitch and that's facts (Ok)

You a lame, ain't giving daps (No way)

You a lame, ain't giving daps (No way)

Feel like Pierre, cause I got the Soss Boy

It's going down, just like Yung Joc boy

Ride with my troops, this like a convoy

I'm over seas, no I ain't deploy

Dive in the pussy, thats perfect form

Niggas they fake, yeah they be decoys

Niggas they hate, they make no noise

Niggas they hate, they make no noise

Niggas they hate, they wanna be me

Iceberg, look at the VV's

Do my dance on these hoes like Chris Breezy

High in the ocean, I'm smoking on seaweed

Did it again, that shit on repeat

Don't want to fuck, she gotta leave me

Nut on her face, she cannot see me

I'm tatted up, she wanna read me

Just like a secret, she can not keep me

Watch out them folk, they moving sneaky

She got a man, she want to link me

You better chill, don't start that beefing

He try me, and he gone by the weekend

Hands got dirty, said I was tweaking

Wait. How I'm tweaking?

I had to put that boy up in the cement

Oh yeah I thought he was reaching

Woah

Still be off the map

Lay yo lil hoe on her back

You a bitch and that's a fact (Facts)

Carry the team, piggy back (Back)

Hold up baby, just relax (Aye)

Niggas shooting, this ain't craps (Aye)

You a lame, ain't giving daps (No way)

You a lame, ain't giving daps (No way)

You a lame, ain't giving daps (No way)