On Camera

Lyrics

[Intro: Bop Menaxe] (What's up, JP?) (Is that Dasda?) Yeah [Chorus: Bop Menaxe] Like a nigga cookin' dope, you see my arm, you see that hammer I take all you pussy niggas, it got me feeling like Montana Help a nigga go viral, I'ma kill an opp on camera Put a big bag on you, now you walkin' 'round like Santa, nigga Make 'em famous, breaking news, every channel, nigga 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 nigga like a camera [Verse 1: Bop Menaxe & YFN Lucci] Niggas dyin' 'bout my gang, I put that on Jesus sandals Niggas 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 bitch, you know we killin' a ho Shoot a nigga like a video in front of the store [Chorus: Bop Menaxe] Like a nigga cookin' dope, you see my arm, you see that hammer I take all you pussy niggas, it got me feeling like Montana Help a nigga go viral, I'ma kill an opp on camera Put a big bag on you, now you walkin' 'round like Santa, nigga Make 'em famous, breaking news, every channel, nigga 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 nigga 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 Nigga talkin' like you wanna box, we don't do no one-on-one Nigga play and get shot in your shit, we don't do no one-on-one Dick-ridin', that's the reason all these niggas dyin' We get active on sight, that's why these niggas still hidin' Reload, I'm feelin' like Tony with that tommy gun Opp catcher, I'm the one these pussy niggas 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 nigga cookin' dope, you see my arm, you see that hammer I take all you pussy niggas, it got me feeling like Montana Help a nigga go viral, I'ma kill an opp on camera Put a big bag on you, now you walkin' 'round like Santa, nigga Make 'em famous, breaking news, every channel, nigga 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 nigga like a camera