Yung Gravy's track playfully delves into themes of accidental romantic encounters and boastful exploits. The lyrics utilize a light-hearted, comedic approach to discuss the artist's interactions with women who are apparently involved with other men, unbeknownst to him initially. Through catchy refrains and humorous verses, he narrates instances of casual relationships and flaunts a carefree, indulgent lifestyle. The repeated exclamation "oops!" emphasizes the unintended nature of these liaisons, suggesting a mix of surprise and nonchalance about the situations he finds himself in. Overall, the song reflects Gravy’s trademark style of blending humor with hip-hop swagger.
oops!
Lyrics
Ayy, supercalifragilisticexpialiexpiali-dope shit
Supercalifragilic-, my ex be on some ho 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 ya hoes
Prolly 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?
Shit, 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
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
Lil' bitch, I'm happy and I know it so I clap them fuckin' cheeks, yeah
I'm happy and I show it to your mama in the sheets
And I'm happy she's a freak ho, happy so my teeth glow
Yeah, my bitch elite, I be clappin' every week
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 tried to hit, it's my duty, baby
Sippin' on the Goose, like Boosie, baby
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
Writer(s): Kenneth Ifill, Matthew Hauri, Sebastian Schallenberg, Valentino Khan
Copyright(s): Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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