Yung Gravy & Lil Wayne – oops!!! Lyrics

oops!!!

Yung Gravy & Lil Wayne

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"oops!!!." - Yung Gravy & Lil Wayne

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 07:42 am

Album: oops!!! - Single

Track No: 01

Ay, supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Supercalifragilis, my ex be on some ho shit
Superman, I get them 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 ya hoes
Probably still ran through 'em, though
Oh, wait, wait, I, I do know your ho?
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 had 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, walking funny, my fault
I forgot the rubber, oops! livin' life raw
I'm about to nut, oops! in her eye ball
Now she got the number, bitch feelin' 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 pulled like teeth
Get loose like leaf
Can't lose my sleep
Kick up my feet
Like I blew my knee
Oops! I'm me
Oops! I hit it again and 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!
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 had 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 ya lady, it's a doozie baby, baby
Drippin' and I'm sippin', yo, groovy, baby
With your lady, we gon' make a movie, baby (Of us fuckin')
If I want ya bitch I'm gon' fuck (On sight)
Try to run up on me, good luck (Pussy)
Gravy in the building gettin' 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 your mama, look like Frosted Mini-Wheats
And I'm happy she's a freak bitch
I been on my tweak shit
I be clappin' cheeks
She got Pixar mom physique
My neck, my back
Got your 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 had 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!
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 had to hit, it's my duty, baby
Sippin' on the Goose like Boosie, baby
Weezy, Gravy

Writer(s): Matthew Hauri, Valentino Khan, Kenneth Ifill, Lil Wayne, Merrill Nisker & Sebastian Schallenberg.

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