Lyrics Oops - Casper TNG

Oops

Everywhere I go, they say, «Casper, is that you?»
I heard you fucked my bitch, is it true?
Oops
Yeah, my team is winnin', check the news, oops
Sorry, I keep winnin', I can’t lose, oops
That was your bitch, nigga, oops
Chasin' a cheque, that’s the truth
Hit the wrong person and oops
Riding around doing loops, oops
I’m the reason that she loose, oops
You heard I fucked your bitch, is it true?
Oops
Yeah, my team is winnin', check the news, oops
Every time I step out, somebody know me
OT, tryna make bands on my lonely
When I ride out my clothes like Kony
Favorite hammer is obvi' the .40
Casper, is that you?
Casper, is that you?
I heard you fucked my shorty, is it true?
I ain’t involved
I met shorty at the mall
Told me she like how I ball
Gave me her number, I call
She said that she was alone
You wasn’t home
So I came through, wasn’t wrong
She gave me top and we didn’t even fuck yet
Fuck it, phone rang, yup it’s a bucket
So when I came in her mouth
I just got up out the couch
Asked where I’m going, I’m out
Niggas is rapping for clout
I rap to get out
I be on that paper route
Grind from the North to the South
Grind from a hut to a house
Grind from a house to a mansion
A mansion to palace
I’m moving that white girl
I call her Alice
This another one like DJ Khaled
I get high, y’all niggas all grounded
Everywhere I go, they say, «Casper, is that you?»
I heard you fucked my bitch, is it true?
Oops
Yeah, my team is winnin', check the news, oops
Sorry, I keep winnin', I can’t lose, oops
That was your bitch, nigga, oops
Chasin' a cheque, that’s the truth
Hit the wrong person and oops
Riding around doing loops, oops
I’m the reason that she loose, oops
You heard I fucked your bitch, is it true?
Oops
Yeah, my team is winnin', check the news, oops
I’m riding 'round doing loops, doing loops
I heard they don’t like me, nigga, oops, nigga, oops
Pass me the blunt and the juice, and the juice
Just a young nigga winnin', I’m the truth
Why do you follow my Insta' when you like none of my pictures?
Nigga, I’m curious
Why do you follow my Twitter when I’m on your timeline, I make you furious
Tryna make it to the top of the pyramid
She ate a rapper for breakfast, I’m serious
Take a good look in the mirror, bitch
And that sneak dissing, I ain’t feeling it (No, no)
I told that I need you, well, I probably lied to you, oops
All my niggas soldiers, make me tell my troops to shoot, oops
She be off Henny, she loose, oops
I had 'em bat’s man, I’m Bruce
We got guns, let us through
Having fun?
Me too (Ayy)
Everywhere I go, they say, «Casper, is that you?»
I heard you fucked my bitch, is it true?
Oops
Yeah, my team is winnin', check the news, oops
Sorry, I keep winnin', I can’t lose, oops
That was your bitch, nigga, oops
Chasin' a cheque, that’s the truth
Hit the wrong person and oops
Riding around doing loops, oops
I’m the reason that she loose, oops
You heard I fucked your bitch, is it true?
Oops
Yeah, my team is winnin', check the news, oops
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