Tyga – Bopp Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama]
So I called Tyga, right?
Told him I’m getting an itch man
I feel like I wanna show him how to do this shit correctly again
You ready?!

[Refrain: Tyga]
Uh, I need a Rolls Royce with a Glock in it
Park [?] ’cause the chauffer in it
Hold up, yo plug in my phone
Uh, I need a Rolls Royce with a Glock in it
Park [?] ’cause the chauffer in it
Sipping [?] my head spinning
And [?] my bitch, now she reinvented
Why you reading my business? Don’t be up in it
And the neighbors can’t see me, my windows tinted
I just Zelle’d my jeweler a hundred thousand

[Verse 1: Tyga]
I was out in [?], she flew from Cabo
Man these rappers is so good at telling novels
When I say it’s [?] I just hit up Drama
This the food for your soul like I’m speaking gospel
And I strangle the beat like I head-locked it
She gon’ pull it and twist it and mm bop it
I’m a king, ain’t nothing you can do about it
She on speaker, no English, she too exotic
And she never could sing but she get melodic
It’s a p*ssy party and my dick invited
Now she’s blowing my phone like a psychotic
Baby lower your tone, you’re too excited
I’ma take off the top [?]
And I [?] wrist, got the ice around it
And I’m getting my money, you getting grounded
Don’t be disrespecting, put respect up on it

[Chorus: Tyga]
Let’s go, ayy
Make a home movie with a bop in it
Big closet you can shop in it
Red Bugatti with a Glock in it
Street sweeper with a mop in it
All hits bitch, don’t skip it

She [?] on my dick, no ribbon
In your section you got no women
Let’s go, ayy
Make a home movie with a bop in it
Big closet you can shop in it
Red Bugatti with a Glock in it
Street sweeper with a mop in it
All hits bitch, don’t skip it
She [?] on my dick, no ribbon
In your section you got no women
Let’s go

[Verse 2: Tyga]
I’m that nigga hoes always run back
Two two right now in my bed, yeah
If you wanna stay with me say “Yeah yeah”
And they watching my methods like Redman
I just opened a [?] on new land
Niggas shooting their shot with a bad hand
When I’m smacking her ass leave a handprint
(Well Done)

[Refrain: Tyga]
Uh, I need a Rolls Royce with a Glock in it
Park [?] ’cause the chauffer in it
Sipping [?] my head spinning
And [?] my bitch, now she reinvented
Why you reading my business? Don’t be up in it
And the neighbors can’t see me, my windows tinted
I just Zelle’d my jeweler a hundred thousand

[Chorus: Tyga]
Let’s go, ayy
Make a home movie with a bop in it
Big closet you can shop in it
Red Bugatti with a Glock in it
Street sweeper with a mop in it
All hits bitch, don’t skip it
She [?] on my dick, no ribbon
In your section you got no women

[Outro: DJ Drama & (Tyga)]
Yeah, so we out of mixtape retirement
(I need a Rolls Royce with a Glock in it)
I wanna spend some new money
So that means I gotta make some new money
(Why you reading my business? Don’t be up in it)
Well Done Fever