Aggy M - Oops! Lyrics

Man look, I was never one to pop shit and book
You said it's straight hands, but you still ran shook
Nigga took flight on sight, how you look?
Keep my shit low, I ain't tryna' get booked
Turn your brain into gook, feed it to a stray dog
Hit you with the right hook, run a train on your dawg-
Oops! I mean your bitch!
Press my dick on her dick-sucking lips
Make the pussy ooze when the tip rub her clit
I don't give a shit
Tryna' pop slick, I'll flame you like a bic
You heard what I said, respect your jaw
Don't jack beef then hide behind the law man
I'm on the rise, who the f*ck gon' stop me?
I speak my mind, who the f*ck gon' pop me?
Niggas tryna' link, but they looking real sloppy
Aggressive Mell, who the f*ck gon' top me?
I'm rolling up spliff longer than my - what?
I'm tryna' f*ck, bitch running from the - tuh!
She get wet when she play with my hang-time
She want me to pull hers at the same time
Game time, never waste no time
When I hit shorty phone up, you know it's play time
She fronting like she ain't freaky on FaceTime
She start shaking when we nut at the same time
I guess I got it like that
My demons pressing me, man I gotta fight back
So pardon me if I come off as a jackass
I just wanna shove my face in a fat-ass
I'm outside, uptown come find me
106th, 137th, come line me
I ain't scared, I ain't frail, just try me
Spit reckless, don't be shook when they sign me, shit

Man I just go with the flow
I know that I'm different, you hoes will be hoes
But when hoes turn to foes, man you know how it goes
I get up and go and I don't say hello
So don't get too close, don't get popped in your nose
I put in that work from opening to close
And I'm on my own time, ain't no clocking me
And I'm running shit now like I gotta shit now
And I'm shitting it out, bitch open your mouth
Don't talk with your mouth full, bitch, don't run your mouth
I said, less talking shit bitch, eat my shit bitch
I be on my flip-shit, I be so malicious
Nobody ever check on me to see if I'm alright
Nobody looked for me in years to see if I'm alive
Well f*ck it, that's life
You know what that's like
I see you lurking in the dark with no flashlight
Now I'm grinding for my stash like there's money missing
Run my f*cking money pussy, f*ck a competition
You can't compete if you cheat to get to the top
Don't compare yourself to me, I ain't no f*cking flop
I flip, you flop, like you ducking from the cops
But I couldn't care less, I'm just getting to this guap
I moved out of Franklin lil' bitch, don't be stalking me
Ben Franklin's back from the dead & he's calling me