Yung Fume - Oops (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Haile] Oops you missed, trying to light up the kid I stay turnt, I'ma light up this sh** All my boys, see them shine on their wrists I love my brodies, I'ma die for them kids, man They wanna know what a n***a just be doing I put in that work on the low Tryna get mother out the hoopie, you know I be on the go Grinding, grinding It's our time and, I stay rhyming, whoa High or low, I'ma light up the streets, man 'Bout to blow, I'ma shell down the beat, man I ain't Hus, but you know that I'm leaning F what you heard, I just stay up with my G dem Better banter, rude boy, stand up You know round here it's no manners WSTRN, you know we straight bangers Can't catch us, like na na, na na [Hook: Haile] Flex on any, friends not many Pour that Henny, hit the belly All my bruddas, really scary Why you envious, you ain't ready [Verse 2: AJ Tracey] Flex on any, friends not many Goose or berry, man don't joke around like Jim Carrey My gang's shelly, we from the West, it rains, so get wellies Know some bears and tigers, no teddies That will start slash man up for them readies Haters all on my dick, oops you missed Kobe hoop for man, I won't miss Kobe hit the shot, it goes swish Gucci sliders, man don't wear riffs West side blocks, I've done the most shifts Man's hid food all under my lips Man's had shanks just up to my hips, trust me If you see me in the dance with a pengting I'ma [?] like it's benching Do movies in a mask, no fencing Tell a brudda move smart with the [?] I got a yatty in high street Ken, red hair and her p**y purr like a new engine I'm getting neck up in the Bimma playing Section I dig dat, and she tick like election Eye for eye if a brudda want beef me Touch man, ting turn squeezy Trapping Ain't Dead, bro believe me I was water whippin' like Breezy Bare nerds wanna talk like they're active But these online dons said they're plastic I've seen big man jump like elastic Could'a pumped, would'a made man backflip [Hook: Haile] Flex on any, friends not many Pour that Henny, hit the belly All my bruddas, really scary Why you envious, you ain't ready [Verse 3: Akelle] Big up all my flexers, big food investers I've been doing just fine, so I ain't gotta move reckless Flex on many, got my hood up like Kenny Got some good like my penny, gon' turn into a belly, I Know they're watching everything that I'm copping Came from locked in the dungeon to bopping around in London We're the bouncer, you'll get bruk up Run your mouth up, I'm still active with my cutter Dargie, I'm smoking grade like Bob Marley Man ah man are a Rasta, I ain't no [?] Don't do Charlie, more time I'm with Barbie But I was with your baby mum in my party [Hook: Haile] Flex on any, friends not many Pour that Henny, hit the belly All my bruddas, really scary Why you envious, you ain't ready [Verse 4: Yung Fume] I flex on many I pour the Henny Friends not many I hit the belly Like man, like man, like man [?] food in Kelly's Like man got, man got, man got piff, smelly, ay Man got piff, smelly Who's your b**h? Trying to slide in that b**h Foreign whip, I'ma light up their sh**, man Free my brodies doing time for this sh**, man Just lit my stogie, I set fire to this sh**, man Hopped out the Rover I get that money on the low, I got them [?] the sofa Trying to get mummy out the hood, I'm grinding, I'm grinding I'm grinding this manual whip Ay, ay, me haffi whipped out the yay Look, I nearly damaged my wrist Damaged it, damaged it, ay Early morning, man eat [?] Man phoned the plug, bro, you ready? And I got, and I got, and I got, oz, no Zies Friends, ain't got many Money comin' like it's [?] [Hook: Haile] Flex on any, friends not many Pour that Henny, hit the belly All my bruddas, really scary Why you envious, you ain't ready [Verse 5: Tremz] I just made a little money, now I'm laughing, I'm laughing Ohh, Tremz, I'm Scouse trap, Scouse trap In the George and I'm bagging all this madting, this madting Ring ring, that's the trap phone on a madting, a madting On the motorway, going out of town, taking over every [?] spot Tremzy, I'm the new wave, but that was making my graph hot Ay, what's happenin'? I need money, I need all that money From every way, not just one, I'm grafting trap and juugy My freedom, I risk it I'm all in to get richer Fake friends, I don't need them Watch me cut them out the picture Let my [?] be the lesson And [?] was the teacher This lifestyle ain't a fairytale This lifestyle's too inner [Hook: Haile] Flex on any, friends not many Pour that Henny, hit the belly All my bruddas, really scary Why you envious, you ain't ready [Verse 6: Louis Rei] See me flexing, see me selling Half a million, easy, bredrin Leave me breathless, Ps and lettuce [?] from La Familia, [?] Ain't got the time, man I'm prezi If I said it then, preach, we meant it Ps, we get it, peace and blessings Out the BRIT Awards, keep it WSTRN See me step in, where's my stylist? Every day Ls, why you like this? I'm a tyrant, I need guidance Where my head at? I can't find it Come from Gotham, on and popping With this b**h who tell me "Papi, take me shopping" At the bottom, no you wasn't If it's not a vibe, it's not an option [Hook: Haile] Flex on any, friends not many Pour that Henny, hit the belly All my bruddas, really scary Why you envious, you ain't ready