Oops

(If you not Ball Hog, then die)

Yeah

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 fuck 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"

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 ****, so why they gotta say shit 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 **** 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 ballin' hard and I don't even try

Switch they mood, they know we gon' slide

Smokin' on 'za, this not no high

Bad ho, I say, "Hi"

This bitch want me on the phone all day, but I'm noddin' off 'cause I'm tired

Yeah

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 fuck 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"