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)