Bops Goin Brazy

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)