Lil Yachty – OOPS lyrics

(feat. 2 Chainz & K$upreme)

[Intro]
Polo Boy Shawty on the track, so I am killin’ it

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Never needed nothin’, nigga
Canary yellow diamonds like the wrapper of a Butterfinger
Hit him, then my brother follow up, that’s a double stinger
Told the bitch, “True”, she runnin’ ’round like it’s Jerry Springer
It could be an opera singer
Two speedin’ tickets in a month, that’s the Bentley Coupe
Split the check in half with the gang, that’s what brothers do
Check a bitch, checkmate, check please, woo!
Two cribs, six cars, under 22

[Chorus: K$upreme & Lil Yachty]
Oops, oops, ooh
Fuck a nigga’s bitch, I’m like, “Oops” (oops)
Pass her to the gang, nigga, that’s an alley-oop (oop)
Ridin’ ’round town in an all-white coupe (yeah)
Gang of bad bitches blow a nigga like soup (yeah)
You was buyin’ Polos, I was buyin’ coupes
Oops, oops, oops, oops

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, 2 Chainz
Lames still rockin’ them Ray-Bans (Ray-Bans)
Them sure look like Ray-Bans (woo)
Took a brick, then got a spray tan (hah)
Represent the A like a exam
Live from the block, shine in the dark
Grind à la carte, time on the clock
Can’t get it back, where you niggas at?
Sold so many z’s, can’t take a nap (tell ’em)
Tired of the fraternize
I am as real as they advertise (yeah)
I like the pussy with sanitize (true)
She left her thong, tried to sabatoge
Bitch, you know I got a main (got a main)
I got my pockets on Country Kane
Gator shit on like a Florida game
If you spill somethin’ on me, I wouldn’t get a stain
Oops, oops

[Chorus: K$upreme & Lil Yachty]
Oops, oops, ooh
Fuck a nigga’s bitch, I’m like, “Oops” (oops)
Pass her to the gang, nigga, that’s an alley-oop (oop)
Ridin’ ’round town in an all-white coupe (yeah)
Gang of bad bitches blow a nigga like soup (yeah)
You was buyin’ Polos, I was buyin’ coupes
Oops, oops, oops, oops

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Racks up, fat knots, deep bass, big watch
Six cars, young Yacht, too rich, clean stitch (woo)
Lean fixed, grill-less, new whip black as Seal, sis
Diamonds all real, sis, yo’ daughter my gutter, bitch
The belly gettin’ bigger (woo), might put some ice on my trigger (huh)
Choppa start singin’ like Trigga (Trigga)
Don’t fuck with me, nigga
Yeah, late night, I’m out with your bitch, someone took a pic, ooh (yuh)
What that is up on my wrist?, that’s a whole brick, Lil Boat (woo)

[Chorus: K$upreme & Lil Yachty]
Oops, oops, ooh
Fuck a nigga’s bitch, I’m like, “Oops” (oops)
Pass her to the gang, nigga, that’s an alley-oop (oop)
Ridin’ ’round town in an all-white coupe (yeah)
Gang of bad bitches blow a nigga like soup (yeah)
You was buyin’ Polos, I was buyin’ coupes
Oops, oops, oops, oops

Future – Three lyrics

Below are the complete “Three” lyrics by Future displayed. These lyrics were added one day ago.

Three lyrics

DY crazy

[Intro: Young Thug]
Peter Piper picker, I never kept her
Peter Piper pepper, we never kept ’em
Yeah

[Verse 1: Young Thug & Future]
I got more bracelets on than you got chains, bro
Me and my dawg’s dope came in on the same boat
Whippin’ the same dope, I put the bitch in the eighth stroke
Right out the ghetto, too rap for the letto, yeah
Caught my first body out in Bentley Coupe, yeah
Ten real murders from my Migos, yeah
Rock the Cuban link, top of my knees (yeah, yeah)
Ostrich seats, bite your sleeves (yeah, yeah)
Trippin’, I’m like a referee up with these gators (yeah)
Trip on my spot, it was no more basic cable (yeah)
I mixed some Act with some yellow Tuss like a Laker (yeah)
Three shot ’em like a mothaf*ckin’ Pacer (Southside, yeah, yeah)
Never lose like my mothaf*ckin’ McGregor, ya heard? (Yeah)
Inside the whips come red like ketchurp (Yeah)
Count this money up with glasses like a mixer (Yeah)
Codeine laboratory like on Dexter (Yeah)
Bad yellow skin, Philippine
Envious and gin never win
Chrome, hard lens, help me sin
Hit him in his back, South Central
Made a lot of M’s right from sinnin’
Ready to smoke the pen by my women
I prefer the shrimp, tired of chicken
Ever saw me limp? That’s-

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[Verse 2: Future]
I got more rings than you got hoes, bro
I bought my BM a Bentley with the wings, yeah
I let my kids fly private I’m Supreme, yeah
Real killers move in silent, take that clean batch, yeah
I want the one with the real hair
I’m out the jungle, a real bear
Put a chinchilla on anywhere
I’m out that zoo, zoo, zoo
I’m a gorilla, ape, nigga, ain’t ate
Ain’t fantasize for all you niggas in yellow tape, yeah
‘Cause these niggas, they ain’t loyal, they been chillin’ with the ops
Doe Boy came in that 450 Spyder straight from off the block
Had to throw my crack a few times, don’t f*ck with or with no cop
Check on Google, I’m out my noodle
I feed shrimps to all my shooters
Ayy my bitch a bad bitch, so I turned her to a recruiter
I’m a real assassin, quarter M for a back end
Shawty got real sassy when I gave her that Patek
If I bust it down today she’ll never go back average
So much Chanel I might as well open up my own store
Used to use these belts as pillows, sleepin’ on floors
Original BMG nigga, yeah the Feds know
I’m the richest nigga came from Lil’ Mexico

[Chorus: Future]
If you ever catch me limpin’, ’cause I’m a pimp
Chrome helps me see the haters, I can’t see ’em
Gotta keep 10 mil’ stashed under my hoe’s bed
And I gotta keep some ice like a meth head

FUTURE – Three lyrics

DY crazy

[Intro: Young Thug]
Peter Piper picker, I never kept her
Peter Piper pepper, we never kept ’em
Yeah

[Verse 1: Young Thug & Future]
I got more bracelets on than you got chains, bro
Me and my dawg’s dope came in on the same boat
Whippin’ the same dope, I put the bitch in the eighth stroke
Right out the ghetto, too rap for the letto, yeah
Caught my first body out in Bentley Coupe, yeah
Ten real murders from my Migos, yeah
Rock the Cuban link, top of my knees (yeah, yeah)
Ostrich seats, bite your sleeves (yeah, yeah)
Trippin’, I’m like a referee up with these gators (yeah)
Trip on my spot, it was no more basic cable (yeah)
I mixed some Act with some yellow Tuss like a Laker (yeah)
Three shot ’em like a mothaf*ckin’ Pacer (Southside, yeah, yeah)
Never lose like my mothaf*ckin’ McGregor, ya heard? (Yeah)
Inside the whips come red like ketchurp (Yeah)
Count this money up with glasses like a mixer (Yeah)
Codeine laboratory like on Dexter (Yeah)
Bad yellow skin, Philippine
Envious and gin never win
Chrome, hard lens, help me sin
Hit him in his back, South Central
Made a lot of M’s right from sinnin’
Ready to smoke the pen by my women
I prefer the shrimp, tired of chicken
Ever saw me limp? That’s-

[Verse 2: Future]
I got more rings than you got hoes, bro
I bought my BM a Bentley with the wings, yeah
I let my kids fly private I’m Supreme, yeah
Real killers move in silent, take that clean batch, yeah
I want the one with the real hair
I’m out the jungle, a real bear
Put a chinchilla on anywhere
I’m out that zoo, zoo, zoo
I’m a gorilla, ape, nigga, ain’t ate
Ain’t fantasize for all you niggas in yellow tape, yeah
‘Cause these niggas, they ain’t loyal, they been chillin’ with the ops
Doe Boy came in that 450 Spyder straight from off the block
Had to throw my crack a few times, don’t f*ck with or with no cop
Check on Google, I’m out my noodle
I feed shrimps to all my shooters
Ayy my bitch a bad bitch, so I turned her to a recruiter
I’m a real assassin, quarter M for a back end
Shawty got real sassy when I gave her that Patek
If I bust it down today she’ll never go back average
So much Chanel I might as well open up my own store
Used to use these belts as pillows, sleepin’ on floors
Original BMG nigga, yeah the Feds know
I’m the richest nigga came from Lil’ Mexico

[Chorus: Future]
If you ever catch me limpin’, ’cause I’m a pimp
Chrome helps me see the haters, I can’t see ’em
Gotta keep 10 mil’ stashed under my hoe’s bed
And I gotta keep some ice like a meth head

Lil Uzi Vert – Bag Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Funny, you can’t turn me down
I already know nobody don’t got my back
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Bag, bag, bag, bag
Stack, racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks
Ooh, large stacks
Bag, bag, bag, bag
Stack, racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks
Ooh, large stacks

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Ooh, boy you cappin, boy you cappin
Ooh, you ain’t put nothing on the map
Choppa on my lap
Ooh, she like when I pop them tags
Yeah, don’t trip ’bout my tag, yeah
Get my swag from my dad, yeah
Hunnid bands in my bag
30 rounds in my mag
Fuck niggas bit my swag, ayy
I was just tryna walk past, yeah
Put your lil bitch on a jet
Then sucked my dick in your lap, yeah
Smile in the whip, drive fast
Goin’ way faster than the Dash
Wanna race, boy, get dragged
Talking too slick, get clapped
Fucking your bitch, no fag
So fuck nigga better relax, ’cause everything I say facts
I skate on a bitch like Vans
Been wearing them shits [?]
Ridin’ ’round all black Mac
Know I gotta watch my back

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Bag, bag, bag, bag
Stack, racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks
Ooh, large stacks
Bag, bag, bag, bag
Stack, racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks
Ooh, large stacks

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Kick my one-two, yeah, ooh
Fuck around, hunt you
Kick shit, Kung Fu
All my foreigns new
Throwing my [?]
Diamonds from Cancun
Twenty bitches [?]
[?] clowns, too
Your diamonds got clouds, too
Money talking loud, too
Can’t wait to embarrass you
I was thuggin’ [?]
I fuck like midnight blues
Three-hunnid for the big Bentley Coupe
Uh, yeah
Wrist on froze like “Ouch”
Got a car in the house like a couch
Been rich, your bitch can vouch, yeah
Now bring your scout, yeah
I put my dick in her mouth, yeah
We was on your couch, yeah
I put my nut on her comb, now you got a nut in your hair
Chanel [?]
My flow [?]
I got me a wife, but I still live like a [?]
I told her we married
But I’m never ‘gone marry her
I married the money and karats
I’m not tryna embarrass ya

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Bag, bag, bag, bag
Stack racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks
Ooh, large stacks
Bag, bag, bag, bag
Stack racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks
Ooh, large stacks