Ayy, supercalifragilisticexpialiexpialidocious
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?

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

Oops, my fault
I fuck and send her home, I don’t let her wipe off
Fuck and send her home, walk in front and might fall
I forgot the rubber, oops livin’ life raw
I’m about to nut, oops in her eye ball
Now she got the number, bitch feeling like bae
I just said I love her, oops what did I say?
Now she want kids, want kids in her face, oops

Oops, my b
Excuse my v
And you already know I’m finna lose my peace
Get pool like deep
Get loose like leaf
Can’t lose my sleep
Kick up my feet
Like I blew my knee
Oops I’m me
Opps I hit it again and flee
Oops I did it again Britney
Oops I did it again Britney

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
Weezy Gravy

Oops baby baby mhmm
It’s weezy gravy
Oops baby baby
This shit go crazy

Oops baby
Gravy witcha lady issa doozie baby
Drippin and I’m sippin yung groovy baby
Wit your lady we gon make a movie baby (of us fucking)

If I wantcha bitch I’m gon fuck (on sight)
Try to run up on me good luck (pussy)
Gravy in the building get buck (and hoes)
Got bread like Scrooge McDuck

Lil bitch I’m happy and I know it so I clap them fuckin cheeks
Yeah I’m bustin on yo mama look like frosted mini wheats
And I’m happy she’s a freak bitch
I been on my tweak shit
I be clapping cheeks
She got Pixar mom physique

My neck, my back
Got yo 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
Weezy Gravy

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
Weezy Gravy