Video Need Me A Bop de Aleczander Bryan Oneil 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Aleczander Bryan Oneil - Need Me A Bop Lyrics

[Intro: Diamond]
Uh, aye
Wock, wock, wock, wock
Wock, wock, wock, wock
Uh, uh
Wock
Ah, aye
How do you-
Ugh
How do you wha-
How do you huh?

[Chorus: Diamond]
How do you walk (Walk, walk, walk)
Can't say shit I'm high
How do you talk (Talk, talk, talk)
Eatin' her apple pie
Need me a bop (Bop, bop, bop)
Covered in gold and the wock, ah
Pour it all up in the pot, ah
Give her that dope, cock

[Verse 1: Diamond]
Need me a bop (Bop)
Need me a girl with the pot (Pot)
Smokin' it up for the cops (Cop)
Takin' out all of the opps
Fuck it just pop (Pop)
Damn, need me a thot (Thot)
The dumber the better she is (Yeah)
Tell her we havin' no kids (Nope)
Uhm, 10 more, and she blew me like a C4 (Boom)
Got another bad bitch I can see for
And I ask her is it free or
Do I need to pay 3 more (Racks)
Bands, (Bands) fuck it you know that I'm him (Him)
Look at me doin' my dance (Dance)
How many peoplе can, rap
Hey, can you, tap in, strap in
Peep up the way that I rap it, uh
Got me an itch and I beem it, uh
Runnin' up into your cabin, uh
Gankin' you whilе you was sleepin', uh
Breathin' out like I'm a dragon, uh
Trust me I'm really a demon, uh
[Bridge: Diamond]
How do you walk
Need me a bop
Give her that dope
Cock
How do you wha-
How do you huh?

[Chorus: Diamond]
How do you walk, (Walk, walk, walk)
Can't say shit I'm high
How do you talk (Talk, talk, talk)
Eatin' her apple pie
Need me a bop, (Bop, bop, bop)
Covered in gold and the wock, ah
Pour it all up in the pot, ah
Give her that dope, cock

[Verse 2: Dr. Classified]
Yeah, Classi
I need me a bop, I am not patient (Hell nah)
Writin’ a verse like it's off to the races (Hell yeah)
I spit this fire like I’m making cajon (Oh yeah)
I'm tossin’ quips like I’m known as amazing (That's right)
So where's my streams, I’m just fuckin’ sayin’ (Hell yeah)
I need a diamond with Diamond, I’m achin’ (Diamond)
And to y'all sayin' that I use an accent (What)
It's just how I rap, maybe y'all just racist (That's right)
Gimme a lighter and dough (Yeah)
Cuz I go crazy when fightin’ my foes (Yeah)
Fuckin’ they hoes (Yeah)
Ain't no one laughin’ at me not when I’mma pull up to they shows (Hell nah)
Don't let my voice deceive ya, may sounds weak but I’m a fuckin’ fighter (I'm a fighter)
I make music all for fun, but now bitch, I just wanna spite ya (That's true)
So I’mma need a hit in like 3 minutes, and need it fully finished (Finished)
Chorus and verses written and it's really gotta be hittin' (That's facts)
Imma need bars but don't you forget to have a catchy chorus (That's right)
Cuz you never know what kinda dough that catchy shit will score us (That's right)
[Outro: Dr. Classified]
How do you walk
Can't say shit I'm high, how do you talk
Eatin' her apple pie, need me a bop
Covered in gold and the wok
Pour it all up in the pot
Give her that dope, cock