Oops by Trophy Lyrics
Oops (Lyrics) by Trophy
*audio scene from "Next Friday" plays*
Hook
Eeah yea ey
Niggas gon' act like celebrities
All of that sh*t that that you talking on media, psssht man I swear it dont get to me yea sheesh
Niggas gon' act like celebrities
Rappers is trippin' bout Trophy not sharing the recipe - funny energy
I wanna walk to the bank with a smile on my face sheesh
Tell me about it my nigga i know what it takes damn
They wanna see me deplete & we cannot relate sheesh
Food for your thought- buffet
Verse
I'm paragon, еchelon upper - thesе raps are too tighter than skinny jeans (huh!)
They told me my tracks are too shoot and i told em' to chill, it's summaries (huh)
I'm picking the locks & im kicking the doors man this ain't a felony (huh)
It's a fallacy, told me to call her "Beyonce" i guess she a wanna be (Bee) yeah !
Sit back - I call the posse
On my black high horse - I need Ferraris
Cocky pararell Mahatma Ghandi
Basqi with the art you can't deprive me
Still pope with a melanin touch
With the brush - paint words like a veteran suhn
Man these niggas still froze than a mannecan bunch
I done see more foes than i see my Moms
My DMs on a buzz than a bee hive
I deflect your fuss man I need mines
I see next my thoughts hella been GOD
I bleed facts my genes hella divine
Yeah, you gon think that it's petty
Im here to mark the valley - im the parallel Makaveli
Cause my nose ring hella heavy
Man this sh*t too scary
Hook
Yeah eyy
Niggas gon' act like celebrities
All of that sh*t that that you talking on media, psssht man I swear it dont get to me
Niggas gon' act like celebrities
Rappers is trippin' bout Trophy not sharing the recipe - funny energy
I wanna walk to the bank with a smile on my face
Tell me about it my nigga i know what it takes
They wanna see me deplete & we cannot relate
Food for your thought- buffet
*audio scene from "Next Friday" plays*
*audio scene from "Next Friday" plays*
Hook
Eeah yea ey
Niggas gon' act like celebrities
All of that sh*t that that you talking on media, psssht man I swear it dont get to me yea sheesh
Niggas gon' act like celebrities
Rappers is trippin' bout Trophy not sharing the recipe - funny energy
I wanna walk to the bank with a smile on my face sheesh
Tell me about it my nigga i know what it takes damn
They wanna see me deplete & we cannot relate sheesh
Food for your thought- buffet
Verse
I'm paragon, еchelon upper - thesе raps are too tighter than skinny jeans (huh!)
They told me my tracks are too shoot and i told em' to chill, it's summaries (huh)
I'm picking the locks & im kicking the doors man this ain't a felony (huh)
It's a fallacy, told me to call her "Beyonce" i guess she a wanna be (Bee) yeah !
Sit back - I call the posse
On my black high horse - I need Ferraris
Cocky pararell Mahatma Ghandi
Basqi with the art you can't deprive me
Still pope with a melanin touch
With the brush - paint words like a veteran suhn
Man these niggas still froze than a mannecan bunch
I done see more foes than i see my Moms
My DMs on a buzz than a bee hive
I deflect your fuss man I need mines
I see next my thoughts hella been GOD
I bleed facts my genes hella divine
Yeah, you gon think that it's petty
Im here to mark the valley - im the parallel Makaveli
Cause my nose ring hella heavy
Man this sh*t too scary
Hook
Yeah eyy
Niggas gon' act like celebrities
All of that sh*t that that you talking on media, psssht man I swear it dont get to me
Niggas gon' act like celebrities
Rappers is trippin' bout Trophy not sharing the recipe - funny energy
I wanna walk to the bank with a smile on my face
Tell me about it my nigga i know what it takes
They wanna see me deplete & we cannot relate
Food for your thought- buffet
*audio scene from "Next Friday" plays*