Oops (Remix)

By Haile

Released on July 14, 2016

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[Verse 1: Haile]

Oops you missed, trying to light up the kid

I stay turnt, I'ma light up this shit

All my boys, see them shine on their wrists

I love my brodies, I'ma die for them kids, man

They wanna know what a nigga just be doing

I put in that work on the low

Tryna get mother out the hoopie, you know I be on the go

Grinding, grinding

It's our time and, I stay rhyming, whoa

High or low, I'ma light up the streets, man

'Bout to blow, I'ma shell down the beat, man

I ain't Hus, but you know that I'm leaning

F what you heard, I just stay up with my G dem

Better banter, rude boy, stand up

You know round here it's no manners

WSTRN, you know we straight bangers

Can't catch us, like na na, na na


[Hook: Haile]

Flex on any, friends not many

Pour that Henny, hit the belly

All my bruddas, really scary

Why you envious, you ain't ready


[Verse 2: AJ Tracey]

Flex on any, friends not many

Goose or 'Berry, man don't joke around like Jim Carrey

My gang's shelly, we from the West, it rains, so get wellies

Know some bears and tigers, no teddies

That will start slash man up for them reddies

Haters all on my dick, oops you missed

Kobe hoop for man, I won't miss

Kobe hit the shot, it goes swish

Gucci sliders, man don't wear riffs

West side blocks, I've done the most shifts

Man's hid food all under my lips

Man's had shanks press up to my hips, trust me

If you see me in the dance with a peng ting

Cuh my name carries weight like it's benching

Doing movies in a mask, no fencing

Tell a brudda move smart with the ten ting

I got a yatty in high street Ken'

Red hair and her pussy purr like a new engine

I'm getting neck up in the Bimma playing Section

I dig dat, and she tick like election

Eye for eye if a brudda wan' beef me

Touch man, ting turn squeezy

Trapping Ain't Dead, bro, believe me

I was water whippin' like Breezy

Bare nerds wanna talk like they're active

But these online dons said they're plastic

I've seen big man jump like elastic

Could'a pumped, would'a made man backflip


[Hook: Haile]

Flex on any, friends not many

Pour that Henny, hit the belly

All my bruddas, really scary

Why you envious, you ain't ready


[Verse 3: Akelle]

Big up all my flexers, big food investers

I've been doing just fine, so I ain't gotta move reckless

Flex on many, got my hood up like Kenny

Got some good luck, my penny gon' turn into a belly, I

Know they're watching everything that I'm copping

Came from locked in the dungeon to bopping around in London

We're the bouncer, you'll get bruk up

Run your mouth up, I'm still active with my cutter

Dargie, I'm smoking grade like Bob Marley

Manaman are a Rasta, I ain't no [?]

Don't do Charlie, more time I'm with Barbie

But I was with your baby mum in my party


[Hook: Haile]

Flex on any, friends not many

Pour that Henny, hit the belly

All my bruddas, really scary

Why you envious, you ain't ready


[Verse 4: Yung Fume]

I flex on many

I pour the Henny

Friends not many

I hit the belly

Like man, like man, like man serve the food in Kelly's

Like man got, man got, man got piff, smelly, ay

Man got piff, smelly

Who's your bitch? Trying to slide in that picture

Foreign whip, I'ma light up this shit, man

Free my brodies doing time for this shit, man

Just lit my stogie, I set fire to this shit, man

Hopped out the Rover

I get that money on the low, I got them bricks in the sofa

Trying to get mummy out the hood, I'm grinding, I'm grinding

I'm grinding this manual whip

Ay, ay, me haffi whipped out the yay

Look, I nearly damaged my wrist

Damaged it, damaged it, ay

Early morning, man eat shreddies

Man phoned the plug, bro, you ready?

And I got, and I got, and I got, oz, no Zies

Friends, ain't got many

Money comin' I can smell it


[Hook: Haile]

Flex on any, friends not many

Pour that Henny, hit the belly

All my bruddas, really scary

Why you envious, you ain't ready


[Verse 5: Tremz]

I just made a little money, now I'm laughing, I'm laughing

Ohh, Tremz, I'm Scouse trap, Scouse trap

In the George and I'm bagging all this madting, this madting

Ring ring, that's the trap phone on a madting, a madting

On the motorway, going out of town, taking over every [?] spot

Tremzy, I'm the new wave, but that was making my graph hot

Ay, what's happenin'? I need money, I need all that money

From every way, not just one, I'm grafting trap and juugy

My freedom, I risk it

I'm all in to get richer

Fake friends, I don't need them

Watch me cut them out the picture

Let my [?] be the lesson

And [?] was the teacher

This lifestyle ain't a fairytale

This lifestyle's too inner


[Hook: Haile]

Flex on any, friends not many

Pour that Henny, hit the belly

All my bruddas, really scary

Why you envious, you ain't ready


[Verse 6: Louis Rei]

See me flexing, see me selling

Half a million, easy, bredrin

Leave me breathless, Ps and lettuce


[?] from La Familia, [?]

Ain't got the time, man I'm prezi

If I said it then, preach, we meant it

Ps, we get it, peace and blessings

Out the BRIT Awards, keep it WSTRN

See me step in, where's my stylist?

Every day Ls, why you like this?

I'm a tyrant, I need guidance

Where my head at? I can't find it

Come from Gotham, on and popping

With this bitch who tell me "Papi, take me shopping"

At the bottom, no you wasn't

If it's not a vibe, it's not an option


[Hook: Haile]

Flex on any, friends not many

Pour that Henny, hit the belly

All my bruddas, really scary

Why you envious, you ain't ready