Tyga – Bops Goin Brazy Lyrics

Bops Goin Brazy Lyrics by Tyga

[Intro]
Glock on me, baby (Baby, baby, baby, baby)
I got the opps goin’ crazy (Got the opps goin’ crazy, crazy)

[Verse 1]
Alright, stop, listen, hip got a Wesson
If I reach for it, hope a nigga get the message
Hope that he Christian, nigga need a blessin’
Shorty back it up like she looking for directions
Niggas ain’t threatenin’, niggas ain’t steppin’
Bitch, I’m shinin’, chain is a weapon
Clipse, I’m grindin’, bitch, I ain’t stressin’
Your boyfriend a groupie, heard he a yes man
I got seventeen in an FN
Extendos, body pressin’
What’s in the bag? Don’t question
Sleep with the nina, she my best friend

[Chorus]
Glock on me, baby (Baby, baby, baby, baby)
I got the opps goin’ crazy (Got the opps goin’ crazy, crazy)
Glock on me, baby (Baby, baby, baby, baby)
I got the bops goin’ brazy (Got the bops goin’ brazy, brazy)

[Verse 2]
I’m calm to the bass when I turn up the music
Got a demon on my lap goin’ stupid
And she know what to do, how to move it
If I step out with you, they gon lose it
Better come get your girl ’cause she choosin’
Too rich in the party, Mike Rubin
Got the sauce on me and it’s oozin’
Lil Uzi, go stupid
Uh, came for the dubs, I ain’t losin’
Don’t confuse it, still ruthless
Make the weapon start sexin’
Sleep with the nina, she my best friend

[Chorus]
Glock on me, baby (Baby, baby, baby, baby)
I got the opps goin’ crazy (Got the opps goin’ crazy, crazy)
Glock on me, baby (Baby, baby, baby, baby)
I got the bops goin’ brazy (Got the bops goin’ brazy, brazy)
Glock on me, baby (Baby, baby, baby, baby)
I got the bops goin’ brazy (Got the bops goin’ brazy, brazy)
Glock on me, baby (Baby, baby, baby, baby)
I got the bops goin’ brazy (Got the bops goin’ brazy, brazy)