On Camera lyrics

[Intro: Bop Menaxe]
(What's up, JP?)
(Is that Dasda?)
Yeah

[Chorus: Bop Menaxe]
Like a n*gga cookin' dope, you see my arm, you see that hammer
I take all you pus*y n*ggas, it got me feeling like Montana
Help a n*gga go viral, I'ma kill an opp on camera
Put a big bag on you, now you walkin' 'round like Santa, n*gga
Make 'em famous, breaking news, every channel, n*gga
Catch an opp, kill his ass on camera
Who wanna play? Step on these roaches like Montana
Up that glizzy, then I flash on a n*gga like a camera

[Verse 1: Bop Menaxe & YFN Lucci]
n*ggas dyin' 'bout my gang, I put that on Jesus sandals
n*ggas beggin' for the smoke, I'ma take 'em out like cancer
Swear they stiff until them shots go out, they turnin' into dancers
They swear they stiff until thеm shots go out, they turning into Sanders
Make thеm boys run in your house and hold your mom for ransom
Ayy, I got ninety-nine problems and I already know which one gon' handle
Look, hit him in the head, I had to show him an example
We got chicken, we got 'bows, but we ain't givin' out no samples
Down bad without his gang, that's a selfie, let me snap him
Catch him comin' out the studio late night, we finna wrap him
If you with that dirty b*tch, you know we killin' a ho
Shoot a n*gga like a video in front of the store
[Chorus: Bop Menaxe]
Like a n*gga cookin' dope, you see my arm, you see that hammer
I take all you pus*y n*ggas, it got me feeling like Montana
Help a n*gga go viral, I'ma kill an opp on camera
Put a big bag on you, now you walkin' 'round like Santa, n*gga
Make 'em famous, breaking news, every channel, n*gga
Catch an opp, kill his ass on camera
Who wanna play? Step on these roaches like Montana
Up that glizzy, then I flash on a n*gga like a camera

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci & Bop Menaxe]
Ayy, it don't take nothin' but some money to get 'em gone, press the button
It don't take nothin' but a hotbox and a fully loaded gun
n*gga talkin' like you wanna box, we don't do no one-on-one
n*gga play and get shot in your sh*t, we don't do no one-on-one
di*k-ridin', that's the reason all these n*ggas dyin'
We get active on sight, that's why these n*ggas still hidin'
Reload, I'm feelin' like Tony with that tommy gun
Opp catcher, I'm the one these pus*y n*ggas runnin' from
I'm feelin' like John Wick, two Glocks, I don't need sticks
Play and get your wig split, we gon' handle business
We gon' use a chopper, cuttin' ties to all the witness
If you make that court date, we gon' arrange your death date

[Chorus: Bop Menaxe]
Like a n*gga cookin' dope, you see my arm, you see that hammer
I take all you pus*y n*ggas, it got me feeling like Montana
Help a n*gga go viral, I'ma kill an opp on camera
Put a big bag on you, now you walkin' 'round like Santa, n*gga
Make 'em famous, breaking news, every channel, n*gga
Catch an opp, kill his ass on camera
Who wanna play? Step on these roaches like Montana
Up that glizzy, then I flash on a n*gga like a camera