Bops Goin Brazy

Bops Goin Brazy - Tyga

Lyrics by：Michael Ray Stevenson/D. Bowie/F. Brown/J. Deacon/M. Johnson/B. May/F. Mercury/R. Taylor/R. Van Winkle

Composed by：Michael Ray Stevenson/D. Bowie/F. Brown/J. Deacon/M. Johnson/B. May/F. Mercury/R. Taylor/R. Van Winkle

Produced by：Mike Crook/Ryan Linvill

Glock on me baby baby baby baby baby

I got the OPS goin' crazy

I got the OPS goin' crazy

Alright stop listen

Hip got a Weston

If I reach for it

Hope a nigga gets the message

Hope that he Christian

Nigga need a blessing

Shorty back it up

Like she looking for directions

Niggas ain't threatenin

Niggas ain't steppin

***** I'm shining

Chain is a weapon

Clips I'm grinding

***** I ain't stressing

Your boyfriend a groupie

Heard via yes man

I got 17 and an FN

Extendos body pressin

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 OPS goin' crazy

I got the OPS goin' crazy crazy

Glock on me baby baby baby baby baby

I got the OPS goin' crazy

I got the OPS goin' crazy crazy

I'll come 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 he choosin

Too rich and the party might Rubin

Got the sauce on me and it's oozin

Lil Uzi go stupid

I only came for the dubs I ain't losing

Don't confuse it

Still ruthless

Make the weapon

Start sexin

Sleep with the Nina

She my best friend

Glock on me baby baby baby baby baby

I got the OPS goin' crazy

I got the OPS goin' crazy crazy

Glock on me baby baby baby baby baby

I got the OPS goin' crazy

I got the OPS goin' crazy crazy

Glock on me baby baby baby baby baby

I got the OPS goin' crazy

I got the OPS goin' crazy crazy

Glock on me baby baby baby baby baby

I got the OPS goin' crazy

I got the OPS goin' crazy crazy