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 f*ck 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 n*gga, so why they gotta say sh*t 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 n*gga drowsy
I was down bad on my di*k, 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 b*tch 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 f*ck 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"