paroles de chanson Bops Goin Brazy - Tyga

Glock on me, baby (baby, baby, baby, baby)
I got the opps goin' crazy (got the opps goin' crazy)

A'ight, stop, listen, hip got a Wesson
If I reach for it, hope a nigga get the message
Hope that he Christian, nigga need a blessing
Shorty back it up like she looking for directions
Niggas ain't threatening, niggas ain't stepping
Bitch I'm shining, chain is a weapon
Clips I'm grinding, bitch I ain't stressing

Your boyfriend a groupie, heard he a yes man
I got 17 in a FN
Extendos, body pressing
What's in the bag? Don't question
Sleep with the nina, she my best friend

Glock on me, baby (baby, baby, baby, baby)
I got the opps goin' crazy (got the opps goin' crazy)
Glock on me, baby (baby, baby, baby, baby)
I got the bops goin' brazy (got the bops goin' brazy)

I come to the base when I turn up the music
Got a demon on my lap going 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 he choosing
Too rich in the party, Mike Rubin
Got the sauce on me and it's oozing

Lil Uzi, go stupid
I don't care for the doves, I ain't losing
Don't confuse it, still ruthless
Make the weapon start sexing
Sleep with the nina, she my best friend

Glock on me, baby (baby, baby, baby, baby)
I got the opps goin' crazy (got the opps goin' crazy)
Glock on me, baby (baby, baby, baby, baby)
I got the bops goin' brazy (got the bops goin' brazy)

Glock on me, baby (baby, baby, baby, baby)
I got the bops goin' brazy (got the bops goin' brazy)
Glock on me, baby (baby, baby, baby, baby)
I got the bops goin' brazy (got the bops goin' brazy)